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TWELFTH 
U.  S.  INFANTRY 


1798-1919 


ITS   STORY— BY  ITS  MEN 


PUBLISHED    BY 

MEMBERS  OF  THE  TWELFTH  U.  S.  INFANTRY 
1919 


COPYRIGHT,  igig 

BY 
ALFRED  ALOE 


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Foreword 

rHIS  is  the  story  of  the  Twelfth  Regiment  of  Infantry  in  the 
Army  of  the  United  States.  It  is  what  is  called  a  regular 
regiment.  It  was  made  up  by  voluntary  enlistment  and 
by  transfer  to  its  ranks  of  some  men  under  the  conscription  act. 
It  is  a  regiment  which  was  stationed  and  trained  on  the  Pacific 
Coast.  It  is  a  regiment  which  was  prevented  from  reaching  France 
by  the  influenza,  by  the  expedition  to  Siberia,  and  by  the  coming 
of  the  armistice.  It  had  reached  the  point  of  embarkation  when 
hostilities  ended.  Its  members  have  had  a  great  experience,  al- 
though it  did  not  involve  a  battle  at  the  front.  In  their  desires  and 
their  imaginations  they  have  faced  the  foes  of  the  world,  have 
exposed  themselves  to  danger,  and  have  acquired  that  soldierly 
spirit  which  comes  from  the  drill  and  discipline  needed  in  war, 
with  every  prospect  of  making  the  ultimate  sacrifice,  if  it  be  neces- 
sary, to  win  victory.  They  should  have  the  sympathy  of  everyone 
who  sympathizes  with  a  man  earnest  and  willing  and  anxious  to 
discharge  a  great  duty  and  denied  by  circumstances  the  oppor- 
tunity to  perform  it.  The  spirit  of  the  men  at  the  front  was  felt 
by  the  men  training  at  home.  The  prospect  of  the  prolongation  of 
the  war  for  another  year  and  the  certainty  of  their  being  engaged 
were  present  in  the  mind  of  every  man  in  the  regiment.  They  are 
better  men  for  this  experience.  They  are  better  men  for  knowing 
in  their  hearts  that  they  too,  without  one  qualm  or  tremor,  were 


iv  Foreword 

ready  for  the  sacrifice.  They  are  better  because  they  were  inspired 
in  what  they  did  with  unselfish  patriotism  and  their  souls  were 
permeated  by  a  real  knowledge  of  the  importance  of  the  task  they 
were  to  perform  and  of  the  victory  they  were  to  win. 

Nor  should  these  typically  American  boys  and  their  com- 
manders allow  themselves  to  feel  that  they  did  not  take  part  in 
winning  this  war.  The  Germans  showed  a  yellow  streak  in  not 
fighting  this  war  through  to  the  end.  They  surrendered  in  antici- 
pation of  the  just  punishment  they  and  their  country  would  have 
suffered  by  being  subjected  to  the  devastation  of  war,  had  they 
further  resisted.  They  did  not  further  resist  because  they  knew 
that  the  United  States  had  two  millions  of  men  on  French  soil  and 
two  millions  of  men  at  home  who  were  being  hastened  by  the 
hundreds  of  thousands  to  the  front  and  that  with  these  reinforce- 
ments defeat  was  as  certain  for  them  as  if  they  accepted  it  by  im- 
mediate surrender.  The  Army  of  the  United  States  was  a  unit. 
Those  who  were  in  front  were  strengthened,  protected  and  given 
weight  by  those  who  were  back  of  the  front.  Every  man  in  khaki 
was  part  of  the  forces  that  won  the  war.  The  Twelfth  Regular 
Infantry  was  a  unit  in  the  army  of  the  Republic  and  carries  the 
laurels  of  the  victory.  This  book  is  its  history.  May  it  have  wide 
circulation  and  may  it  give  to  those  boys  who  filled  its  ranks  and 
the  officers  who  drilled  it  so  well,  the  pleasure  of  a  retrospect  of 
duty  well  done  and  the  inspiration  for  improving  and  strengthening 
the  body  of  citizenship  of  our  great  country. 


Washington,  March  77,  1919. 


Preface 

THIS  is  the  story  of  a  Regiment,  written  by  that  Regi- 
ment and  primarily  for  that  Regiment.  But  beyond 
the  appeal  which  it  holds  for  the  members  of  the 
organization  itself,  we  venture  to  believe  the  book  also  pos- 
sesses a  large  measure  of  interest  for  all  Americans  whose 
hearts  were  in  the  war  and  whose  hopes  were  centered  upon 
the  achievements  of  American  fighting  men. 

The  Twelfth  Infantry  Book  is,  we  believe,  the  largest  pro- 
ject of  its  character  ever  attempted  by  any  American  military 
organization  of  similar  size.  Certainly,  so  far  as  we  know,  noth- 
ing of  the  kind  ever  before  was  created  in  its  entity  by  the 
soldiers  of  a  single  Regiment.  The  text  and  illustrations  of 
this  book  are  entirely  the  product  of  the  personnel  of  the 
Twelfth,  just  as  the  idea  of  its  inception  originated  within 
the  Regiment  and  has  been  fashioned  into  reality  through  the 
spontaneous  cooperation  of  its  members,  from  the  greenest 
rookie  private  up  to  the  Colonel  himself. 

Being  the  work  of  soldiers,  the  book  doubtless  lacks  much 
in  literary  finish,  and  indulgence  on  that  head  is  asked.  Its 
mission  is  to  preserve  a  record  of  the  things  the  soldiers  did, 
and  saw,  and  felt,  in  a  soldier  way. 

The  financing  which  made  possible  the  book's  production 
is,  too,  unique.  Every  cent  of  the  large  amount  required  was 
subscribed  and  paid  in  before  a  line  of  type  had  been  set! 
And  all  of  it  came  from  the  pockets  of  the  members  of  the 
Twelfth,  mostly  saved  from  monthly  salaries  of  thirty  dollars. 


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Preface 


That,  too,  is  a  record  of  which  the  Twelfth  is  proud.  It 
evidences  the  spirit  of  its  membership,  and  the  Regiment's 
pride  in  a  project  which  will  carry  into  history  something  of 
the  story  of  its  part  in  the  Great  War  and  of  the  determination 
to  return  as  more  useful  citizens  after  service  for  a  great  cause. 

Of  course  we,  like  every  other  fighting  unit,  expected  to 
"go  across."  We  were  ready,  both  in  training  and  spirit. 
After  all  the  months  of  preparation  our  disappointment  was 
bitter.  And  yet  we  try  to  realize  that  it  came  through  no 
fault  of  ours,  and  that  we  had,  each  and  every  one  of  us,  our 
part  in  helping  to  win  the  war.  Deprived  by  force  of  circum- 
stance from  adding  another  chapter  of  fighting  to  its  glorious 
history,  the  Twelfth  assuredly  has  written  one  of  which  its 
members  and  its  friends  may  be  proud  in  the  record  for  effi- 
ciency, loyal  devotion,  and  patriotic  esprit  de  corps  which  has 
been  established  during  the  trying  period  since  April,  1917. 

To  preserve  that  chapter  of  the  story  of  the  Twelfth  is  the 
primary  purpose  of  this  volume.  It  tells,  too,  the  history  of 
the  Regiment  from  its  inception,  and  in  articles,  verse,  "  josh," 
drawings,  and  pictures  it  records  the  experiences  of  the  organiza- 
tion during  the  past  two  years  from  one  side  of  the  Continent 
to  the  other. 

The  book  is  a  record,  too,  of  the  spirit  of  typical  men 
who  have  served  the  Nation  throughout  the  War.  More 
than  ever  before  those  who  have  joined  the  colors  comprehend 
the  true  meaning  of  the  word  "patriotism."  They  realize 
their  own  personal  share  in  the  Government  for  which  they 
fought,  or  sought  to  fight,  and  their  individual  interest  in  the 
ideals  of  democracy  and  world-wide  decency  for  whose  attain- 
ment they  were  prepared  to  make  the  ultimate  sacrifice.  To 
the  men  of  the  Twelfth,  as  to  all  their  fellow  American  soldiers, 
the  War  taught  splendid  lessons.  And  now  with  many  of 
them  returning  to  their  homes  throughout  the  length  and 
breadth  of  the  country,  they  will  prove  a  great  leavening 


Preface  vii 

influence  for  public  and  private  good,  each  one  of  them  a  better 
citizen  for  the  experiences  he  has  undergone. 

For  those  of  us  who  remain  in  the  Army,  and  for  those  who 
will  go  home  shortly,  the  book  will  be  a  lasting  souvenir  of  our 
share  and  our  experiences  in  the  Great  War,  and  an  inspiration 
toward  patriotic  service  and  disciplined  self-sacrifice. 

C.  R.  G. 

NEW  YORK,  March,  1919. 


Contents 


PAGE 


FOREWORD  BY  WILLIAM  HOWARD  TAFT iii 

BOOK  I 

COLONEL  ALOE'S  ADDRESS        .......  3 

HAIL!  VICTORS!       .........  7 

THE  HISTORY  OF  THE  TWELFTH       ......  9 

KEEPING  FAITH       .........  34 

THE  AMERICAN  WOMAN  ........  36 

THE  DOUGHBOYS'  COMPLIMENTS  TO  THE  NAVY.         ...  40 

To  THE  OLD  REGULAR     ........  42 

NATIONALITIES         .........  44 

AMERICANS  ALL!      .........  47 

"THE  DIRTY  DOZEN"      ........  50 

THE  CHAPLAINS'  ADDRESS  TO  THE  OUTGOING  MEN   ...  54 

THE  STH  DIVISION 57 

LETTERS  FROM  MAJOR  GENERAL  ELI  A.  HELMICK  AND  BRIGADIER 

GENERAL  HUGH  JOHNSON 58 

HOME 60 

FOR  LIBERTY  ..........  61 

LA  FAYETTE    ..........  62 

BOOK  II 

THE  PRESIDIO  OF  SAN  FRANCISCO    ......  65 

MANY  ARE  CALLED  BUT  FEW  ARE  CHOSEN       ....  68 

EXTRACTS  FROM  THE  DIARY  OF  FASTIDIOUS  IGNATZ            .         .  70 


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PAGE 

HAPPY  DAYS  IN  THE  KITCHEN          ......       76 

SATURDAY  MORNING  INSPECTION       ......       82 

SAN  FRANCISCO 85 

THE  ARMY  RUMOR  ........       88 

EXTENDED  ORDER  DRILL          .......       96 

BAYONET  DRILL      .........     100 

THE  PACK 103 

THIRTY  DOLLARS  A  DAY — ONCE  A  MONTH        .         .         .         .107 

GAS 109 

THE  TOP  KICKER 114 

"STRIPES" 117 

THE  RIFLE  RANGE          .         .         .         .         .         .         .  119 

REGIMENTAL  EXHIBITION  AT  CAMP  FREMONT    .         .         .         .124 

A  DOUGHBOY'S  WEDDING         .......     126 

"CLOSE  TO  DISGRACE,  OR  THE  PILL  ROLLERS'  LAST  STAND"     .     128 
THE  FIRST  FIRE  CALL  AT  CAMP  FREMONT        .         .         .  133 

LAST  DAYS  AT  CAMP  FREMONT         .         .         .         .         .         .136 

EIGHT  TRAINS,  EIGHT  DAYS,  THE  PRIDE  OF  THE  EIGHTH  .     144 

OFF  AGAIN!  ON  AGAIN!  CAMP  MILLS       .....     148 

LITTLE  OLD  NEW  YORK  . 151 

THIRTY-SIX  HOURS  ON  THE  "POCAHONTAS"       .         .         .         .154 

GOOD  OLD  ARMY  FATIGUE        .         .         .         .         .         .         .158 

THE  MILL 160 

BOOK  III 

SHORTY  BROWN       .........     165 

WE'RE  IN  THE  ARMY  Now       .         .         .         .         .         .         .168 

THE  SOLDIER'S  LAMENT   .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .169 

"  G "  COMPANY  EGGS  .        .     170 


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THE  FIGHTING  FIRST  PLATOON 175 

A  SOLDIER'S  RUBAIYAT     .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .176 

BEAU  BRUMMEL        .........  177 

THE  MODEST  THIRD  PLATOON  . 177 

DID  You  EVER!        .........  178 

FROM  CAMP  MILLS  TO  NORFOLK      .         .         .         .         .         .179 

"THE  RAVING"        .                          185 

PUT  'EM  OUT   ..........  188 

THE  NATIONAL  GAME — PASSING  THE  BUCK        ....  188 

BOOK   IV 

COLONEL  ALFRED  ALOE  .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .193 

LIEUTENANT  COLONEL  HOMER  N.  PRESTON       .         .         .  197 

OFFICERS  OF  TWELFTH  U.  S.  INFANTRY.     LISTED  ACCORDING  TO 

SENIORITY         .........  201 

REGIMENTAL  STAFF.         ........  217 

SCHEDULE  OF  INSTRUCTION,  TWELFTH  INFANTRY        .         .         .  220 

NON-COMMISSIONED  STAFF        .......  222 

THE  SKY  PILOT'S  STORY           .......  225 

THE  FIRST  BATTALION     ........  233 

THE  SECOND  BATTALION           .......  238 

THE  THIRD  BATTALION 242 

INTELLIGENCE  SECTION     ........  248 

MEN  ON  STAFF  OF  TWELFTH  INFANTRY  BOOK  ....  253 

HEADQUARTERS  Co.          ........  257 

MACHINE  GUN         .......                  .  264 

SUPPLY  COMPANY    .........  269 

MEDICAL  DETACHMENT .  272 

"  A "  COMPANY •  277 

"  B  "  COMPANY                                             283 


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" C "  COMPANY        .........  289 

"  D  "  COMPANY 292 

"E"  COMPANY        .........  294 

"  F  "  COMPANY        .........  300 

" G "  COMPANY       .........  304 

" H "  COMPANY       .........  308 

"  I "  COMPANY         .........  312 

" K "  COMPANY       .........  316 

"L"  COMPANY        .........  321 

"  M "  COMPANY       .........  324 

IN  MEMORIAM          .  .....  .  328 

ROSTER  OF  OFFICERS  AND  MEN  OF  TWELFTH  U.  S.  INFANTRY 
1918-1919,  LISTED  ACCORDING  TO  COMPANY  AND  GIVING  PERMANENT 

ADDRESS  OF  EACH  MEMBER  OF  THE  REGIMENT      .         .         .  329 

FRATERNITY    ..........  423 

OUR  REGIMENT        .........  425 


Illustrations 

FACING    PAGE 

THE  COLORS 16 

THREE  OF  THE  TWELFTH'S  CIVIL  WAR  VETERANS     ...      17 

PRESIDIO  OF  SAN  FRANCISCO     .  22 

SAN  FRANCISCO,  CALIFORNIA 23 

CAMP  FREMONT,  CALIFORNIA 30 

IN  THE  COURSE  OF  TRAINING   .        .        . .       .         .        .        .31 

MENLO  PARK,  CALIFORNIA  56 

GENERAL  VIEWS  OVER  CAMP  FREMONT 57 

WITH  THE  MULE  SKINNERS .90 

THE  REGIMENTAL  EXCHANGE    .......      91 

WE  ARE  TAUGHT  THE  PROFESSION  OF  A  SOLDIER      .        .        .no 

ATHLETICS  AT  CAMP  FREMONT  .  in 

VICTORY- PEACE  CELEBRATION,  NEW  YORK        .        .         .        .138 

CAMP  MILLS  TO  NEWPORT  NEWS 139 

OFFICERS'  PORTRAITS        ........     216 

OFFICIAL  BUSINESS  .         .         .        .        .         .         .        .        .216 

AT  HEADQUARTERS  ...  .217 

REVEILLE         ....  .    252 

MEN  ON  TWELFTH  INFANTRY  BOOK  STAFF                          .         .    253 
SCENES  AT  CAMP  STUART,  VIRGINIA 284 


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FACING    PAGE 


THE  TWELFTH  SETTLES  IN  WOODEN  BARRACKS          .         .         .285 

SIDELIGHTS 296 

DUTIES  AT  SOUTHERN  CAMPS    .......     297 

SNAP  AND  PEP 310 

ONE  OF  THE  CAMP  ATTRACTIONS       .         .         .         .         .         .311 

SPORTS 322 

BAYONET  FIGHTING 323 


Contributors  to   Twelfth  Infantry   Book 

The  Twelfth  Infantry  Book  has  a  larger  number  of  contributors 
among  the  authors,  artists,  photographers,  office  and  business  staff  than  can 
be  mentioned  here.  The  following  are  the  names  of  officers  and  men  in 
addition  to  the  men  listed  elsewhere  with  the  staff;  besides  these  every 
company  commander,  first  sergeant,  and  company  clerk  gave  much  of  his 
time  to  the  routine  work  and  the  preparation  of  rosters.  Others  who  had 
a  large  part  in  the  production  are  the  many  men  in  each  company  who 
furnished  ideas  from  time  to  time  and  without  whose  enthusiasm  the 
book  would  have  been  impossible. 

In  addition  to  the  photographs  taken  by  members  of  the  regiment, 
the  International  Film  Service  and  Underwood  and  Underwood  have 
allowed  us  to  use  a  number  of  photographs  copyrighted  by  them. 

EDITORIAL  STAFF 

Franklin  V.  D.  Bangs,  Second  Lieutenant;  Louis  A.  Boiteux,  Sergeant,  Company 
"B";  Timothy  G.  Brereton,  Sergeant,  Company  "B";  Gordan  Bray,  First  Sergeant, 
Company  "F";  Sherman  K.  Burke,  First  Lieutenant;  Warner  Clark,  First  Lieutenant; 
Norman  B.  Courteney,  Captain;  John  V.  Dees,  Private  First  Class,  Company  "H"; 
John  H.  W.  Field,  Private,  Company  "D";  Theodore  Fleurry,  Corporal,  Headquarters 
.Company;  John  A.  Fry,  Private  First  Class,  Company  "M";  Frederic  W.  Ganzert, 
Private  First  Class,  Medical  Detachment;  Walter  M.  Gilbert,  Private,  Company  "G"; 
Clifton  R.  Gordon,  First  Lieutenant;  Lance  E.  Gowen,  First  Lieutenant;  Chaplain 
Donald  T.  Grey,  First  Lieutenant;  Alton  J.  Hall,  Private,  Company  " G  " ;  H.  B.  Johnson, 
Corporal,  Company  "L";  BurdetteO.  Kirkham,  Private,  Company  "E";  JohnMcClane, 
Private,  Company  "F";  Herbert  J.  McChrystal,  First  Lieutenant;  Thomas  W. 
McManus,  Private  First  Class,  Company  "  C  " ;  Charles  L.  Mullins,  Jr. ,  Major ;  Wilfrid  J. 
Mulvaney,  Corporal,  Company,  "H";  Harris  M.  Melasky,  Major;  Chaplain  Joseph 
J.  Murray,  First  Lieutenant;  Paul  V.  Norrell,  Private,  Company  "C";  Thomas  F.  Orr, 
Sergeant-major;  Ralph  W.  Petersen,  Captain,  Medical  Corps;  Russell  L.  Peart,  Private, 
Machine  Gun  Company;  Alfred  A.  Samuelson,  Private,  Machine  Gun  Company;  Lewis 
B.  Schwellenbach,  Corporal,  Company  "M";  William  R.  Schmidt,  Major;  Ragnar  Sigtrig, 
Private  First  Class,  Company  "E";  George  Thompson,  Private,  Company  "G";  Waller 
H.  Turner,  Private,  Company  "A";  Jay  R.  Vessels,  Private,  Machine  Gun  Company; 
Alma  J.  Winters,  Corporal,  Company  "G." 


xvi     Contributors  to  Twelfth  Infantry  Book 

ART   STAFF 

Timothy  G.  Brereton,  Sergeant,  Company  "B";  George  H.  Larsen,  Private,  Com- 
pany "I";EmilJ.  Lorange,  Corporal,  Company  "  H  ";  Wallace  H.  McLauchlan,  Private 
First  Class,  Headquarters  Company;  Jack  Reinhard,  Corporal,  Company  "K";  Alfred 
A.  Samuelson,  Private,  Machine  Gun  Company;  Leo  Smith,  Corporal,  Machine  Gun 
Company;  Harold  T.  Spitznagel,  Private,  Machine  Gun  Company;  Bert  M.  Torvanger, 
Private,  Company  "M";  Edward  R.  Watkins,  Corporal,  Company  "G." 

OFFICE  AND   BUSINESS  STAFF 

Sherman  K.  Burke,  First  Lieutenant;  William  H.  Combs,  First  Lieutenant; 
Norman  B.  Courteney,  Captain;  Andy  Fischer,  Private,  Headquarters  Company; 
Frederic  W.  Ganzert,  Private  First  Class,  Medical  Detachment;  Clifton  R.  Gordon, 
First  Lieutenant;  James  H.  Graham,  Regimental  Sergeant-major;  Edward  E.  Hadley, 
Supply  Sergeant,  Supply  Company;  Charles  W.  Herrall,  Private  First  Class,  Company 
"H";  Ben  Levy,  Private  First  Class,  Company  "C";  Thomas  W.  McManus,  Private, 
Company  "C";  Ercil  D.  Porter,  First  Lieutenant;  Mike  A.  Proctor,  Private,  Company 
"L";  Lewis  B.  Schwellenbach,  Corporal,  Company  "M";  Bert  Smith,  Private,  Head- 
quarters Company;  Harold  T.  Spitznagel,  Private,  Machine  Gun  Company;  Alfred  A. 
Teague,  Corporal,  Company  "C";  Mahlon  E.  Traylor,  Second  Lieutenant;  Waller  H. 
Turner,  Private,  Company  "A." 


Twelfth  United  States  Infantry 
Its   Story    1798-1919 


Colonel  Aloe's  Address 

IT  is  with  a  feeling  of  inexpressible  pride  and  a  deep  sense 
of  the  responsibility  that  has  been  mine  that  I  address 
these  words  to  the  men  of  my  Regiment.   More  constant 
devotion  to  an  ideal  and  more  loyalty  and  labor  toward  the 
tasks  essential  to  its  achievement  I  have  never  seen. 

To  have  been  assigned  to  command  the  Twelfth  Infantry 
was  the  fulfilment  of  a  great  desire.  Years  of  service  in  the 
Regiment,  when  it  was  but  a  child,  weak  in  numbers  but  strong 
in  the  spirit  which  has  ever  been  its  great  glory,  gave  me  my 
love  for  the  Regiment.  I  was  determined  on  my  arrival  at 
Camp  Fremont  that  if  it  was  within  my  power  to  make  the 
Twelfth  a  great  regiment  it  should  be  great.  To  accomplish 
this  seemingly  superhuman  task  the  cooperation  of  every 
officer,  non-commissioned  officer,  and  man  was  absolutely 
necessary.  Cooperation  and  loyalty  came  with  unending 
strength.  However  irksome  the  task,  however  long  the  hours 
of  drill,  whatever  the  conditions  under  which  we  worked, 
whether  at  liberty  or  in  quarantine,  there  has  always  been  a 
response  great  in  strength  and  rich  in  the  possibilities  of 
development  through  training,  for  the  material  and  the  will 
were  there. 

It  was  not  the  Twelfth  of  to-day  that  greeted  me  on  my 
arrival.  Conditions  in  the  past  had  not  aided  its  efforts  to 

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4  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

achieve  success.  The  life  of  the  Eighth  Division  had  been  a 
stormy  one.  As  the  last  of  the  original  divisions  in  the  first 
plans  of  the  General  Staff,  it  had  suffered  many  changes  of 
commanding  generals.  This  had  also  been  true  of  its  regi- 
ments, particularly  of  the  Twelfth. 

But  we  turned  a  new  leaf  with  the  arrival  of  General  Hel- 
mick  and  settled  down  to  the  business  of  preparing  the  Twelfth 
for  her  part  in  the  great  struggle.  Never  did  officers  and  men 
respond  more  nobly  to  the  necessity  for  work.  The  officers 
and  non-commissioned  officers  had  seen  the  Regiment  big  in 
numbers;  then  small  when  the  training  cadres  were  sent  to  the 
National  Army  Divisions;  and  then  big  again,  and  with  early 
prospects  of  service  overseas;  only  to  have  them  destroyed 
when  participation  in  the  Siberian  Expeditionary  Forces  was 
decided  upon,  and  the  men  were  taken  from  our  Division. 

Again  they  took  up  the  task  of  training  new  men.  How- 
ever interesting  it  may  be,  however  great  may  be  the  will  to 
succeed,  the  recruit  training  period  in  a  regiment  is  the  most 
difficult.  More  so  here,  because  of  the  number  of  times  that 
it  had  been  experienced.  But  we  soon  discovered  that  the 
men  with  whom  we  had  to  deal  were  of  a  type  with  which  we 
had  not  come  into  contact  before.  Their  willingness  to  learn 
and  their  ability  soon  made  it  apparent  to  all  that  we  should 
be  prepared  for  overseas  much  sooner  than  expected.  This 
was  gratifying  in  the  extreme  for  it  made  possible  the  rushing 
of  work  and  the  addition  of  long  hours  of  instruction.  This 
made  our  progress  so  marked,  that  I  was  constantly  the  recipi- 
ent of  praise  from  other  regimental  commanders  and  from 
my  brigade  and  divisional  generals.  I  shall  always  feel  that 
my  motto  of  "Snap  and  Pep"  did  its  full  share,  for  on  parade 
or  in  review,  at  drill,  at  the  target  range,  or  in  camp,  I  could 
always  look  with  pride  at  the  work  that  was  being  done.  The 
touches  and  flashes  of  real  military  bearing  and  training  were 
becoming  regularly  more  frequent. 


Colonel  Aloe's  Address  5 

Thus  in  late  October,  1918,  we  were  prepared  to  leave  our 
Training  Camp  and  "Proceed  without  delay"  to  the  Port  of 
Embarkation.  There  was  not  a  man  who  was  not  ready  to  go. 
There  was  not  a  man  who  was  not  trained  up  to  the  very  high- 
est point  that  careful  instruction  and  devotion  to  his  duty 
could  bring  him.  The  men  had  stood  the  test  of  the  influenza 
epidemic  and  the  attendant  quarantine  with  great  credit  to 
themselves  and  the  Regiment  for  which  they  had  grown  to  care. 
There  was  in  all  a  determination  to  achieve  success  for  the 
Twelfth,  for  as  true  Twelfth  Infantrymen  they  said,  "the 
Twelfth  has  always  been  great  and  we  must  keep  it  so. "  It 
was  simply  the  thing  to  be  done  and  they  were  the  ones  to 
do  it. 

We  arrived  at  Camp  Mills.  Quarantine  still  hung  to  us  like 
a  plague,  and  though  the  temptations  were  many,  the  spirit 
of  the  Regiment  was  such  that  absence  without  leave  and 
breaking  quarantine  were  almost  unknown.  Our  preparations 
for  overseas  went  forward  rapidly.  Overseas  equipment  was 
issued,  records  checked,  the  advance  and  school  cadres  left  for 
their  ships  and  finally  sailed  away,  and  I  was  able  to  tell  my 
commanding  general  that  my  Regiment  was  ready  for  depar- 
ture. Then  came  the  nerve-racking  period  of  postponements. 
Through  the  terrible  uncertainty  of  what  was  going  to  happen, 
carrying  with  it  the  possibility  of  the  defeat  of  our  hopes,  the 
men  still  held  the  same  willingness  to  endure  hardships,  and 
they  were  many,  that  had  always  characterized  the  work  of 
the  Regiment. 

I  shall  ever  be  filled  with  a  solemn  feeling  of  gratitude  to 
have  commanded  a  regiment  whose  officers  and  men  re- 
sponded to  the  duty  imposed  upon  them  so  nobly.  I  shall 
always  have  the  feeling  that  though  denied  our  great  desire  for 
service  with  the  Expeditionary  Forces  in  France,  we  have  done 
our  part.  We  did  not  stay  at  home.  We  were  kept  at  home. 
We  did  all  that  we  could  and  have  striven  for  the  recognition 


6  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

that  comes  from  service  rendered.  Who  is  there  that  can  say 
that  the  Twelfth  has  failed  to  achieve  success,  and  great 
success?  Who  can  say  that  we  are  not  deserving  of  the  praise 
that  has  been  given  the  Twelfth  in  the  past,  even  unto  Civil 
War  days  when  they  said  of  our  predecessors,  "Well  done, 
thou  good  and  faithful  servant." 

To  you,  the  officers  and  men  of  my  Regiment,  I  can  say 
without  reservation,  that  you  have  served  the  Twelfth  Infan- 
try well.  You  have  added  to  its  already  glorious  record,  a 
chapter  which  will  live  long  in  the  history  of  the  Service,  a 
chapter  of  unfulfilled  desire,  but  of  duty  nobly  done. 


Hail!   Victors! 

(A    TRIBUTE   TO   THE    BOYS    WHO    WENT    "OVER") 

SAVIORS  of  Humanity,  We  hail  Thee! 
To  You  who  have  Gone  Before  us  that  the  World 
might  Live !     Fearless,  dauntless — like  your  Forefathers 
before  You;  cleaving  the  Darkness  and  clearing  the  Jungle; 
opening  to  the  Paths  of  Civilization,  the  Impenetrable  Swamps 
of  Doubt;  bridging  the  Yawning  Chasm  of  Unbelief;  rescuing 
the  Mothers  of  Men  that  their  Children  might  Carry  On  to 
Rejoice! 

We  give  Thanks! 

To  You  who  have  Saved  Countless  Thousands!  Braving 
the  Man-made-Hell  which  even  God  Himself  Frowned  to  look 
upon;  knowing  no  Hesitancy,  dodging  no  Issue;  laughing  in 
the  Face  of  Death  and  jesting  with  his  Angel;  giving  Steel  for 
Steel  and  with  every  Thrust  driving  Home  a  Message  of 
Repentance;  asking  no  Quarter  but  granting  It;  denying  to 
Yourselves  the  Sweets  of  Existence  that  the  Weaker  might 
Live! 

We  implore  Blessings! 

Makers  of  World  Democracy!  Sacrificing  Havens  and 
Happiness,  gazing  into  the  Future  of  Darkness  with  Unper- 
turbed Calm;  living  and  laughing  on  Beds  of  Thorns;  scoffing 
at  the  Fantasy  of  Tribulation  and  grinning  into  Jaws  of  Molten 
Steel;  forging  Onward!  Onward!  where  only  the  Ogre  of 

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Death  feared  not  to  Stalk;  giving  All  for  Nothing — only  that 
the  Voice  of  Liberty  might  Carol! 

We  doff  our  Caps! 

To  You  who  came  not  Home!  Giving  with  a  Smile  the 
Life  that  Purity  gave  unto  You;  passing  into  the  Great  Beyond 
with  a  Murmur  of  Thanks  that  You  had  Lived — to  Die — for 
the  Cause;  knowing  that  There  amid  the  Frightful  Carnage 
where  Man  met  Beast  waited  the  Grim  Reaper;  meeting  him 
with  the  same  Strength  of  Purpose  with  which  you  met  the 
Invader;  cheating  him  at  Every  Turn  yet  willing  To  Give 
when  Your  Work  had  been  Done;  facing  Your  God  with  a 
Clear  Conscience,  knowing  that  That  for  which  You  had 
Fought — and  Died — had  Not  been  Done  in  Vain! 

We  offer  Fervent  Prayers! 


The  History  of  the  Twelfth 

THIS  history  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry  is  not  complete,  we 
fear,  for  the  years  have  been  long  since  the  original 
establishment  of  the  Regiment.     The  oppor- 
tunities and  incentives  for  the  keeping  of  records 
have  been  few  and  much  that  is  invaluable  has  been 
lost.     But  it  is  a  task  to  which  we  may  turn  with  a  full  sense  of 
its  greatness.    To  write  the  story  of  a  Regiment  whose  work 
and  whose  success  are  so  closely  bound  up  with  the  military 
victories  of  our  country  is  truly  an  opportunity  and  a  privilege. 

The  War  of  1812,  the  Mexican  War,  the  Civil  War,  the 
Indian  Campaigns,  the  protection  of  the  West,  the  Spanish- 
American  War  and  the  Campaign  in  Cuba,  and  the  Philippine 
Insurrection,  each  have  their  chapter  in  the  work  of  the 
Twelfth. 

Though  denied  the  great  desire  of  every  man  in  the  Regi- 
ment for  service  with  the  American  Expeditionary  Forces,  still 
it  can  be  said  that  the  Twelfth  contributed  its  share  to  the 
winning  of  the  Great  War.  Of  the  officers  who  received  their 
training  in  the  Twelfth,  many  have  commanded  organizations 
in  France.  Thirteen  hundred  men  trained  in  the  Twelfth 
Infantry  are  serving  with  the  Expeditionary  Force  in  Siberia. 
Over  one  hundred  non-commissioned  officers  were  sent  to 
train  men  in  the  National  Army.  These  positive  contribu- 
tions to  the  winning  of  the  war  entitle  those  of  us  who  are 
now  members  of  the  Twelfth  to  feel  that  we  have  done  our 

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io  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

share  in  this  war,  although  not  in  any  degree  as  great  a  share  as 
we  sought  to  play.  Of  each  of  these  episodes  in  the  life  of  the 
Regiment  we  shall  speak  in  more  detail  in  their  proper  order, 
offering  first  a  Prologue. 

At  the  close  of  the  Revolutionary  War  relations  between 
the  United  States  and  England  were  not  in  any  degree 
The  First     as  harmonious   as  those  which  exist   to-day.     War 
tion^i79&-  loomed  ominously  on  the  horizon.     The   stage   in 
1800  Europe  was  being  set  for  the  Napoleonic  Wars.     It 

was  a  question  as  to  whether  England  or  France 
would  be  the  country  with  which  we  should  become  engaged. 
Preparations  for  national  defence  were  considered  necessary. 
And  as  part  of  the  preparation  for  the  threatened  danger,  the 
Twelfth  Infantry  was  organized  in  July  of  1798.  It  soon 
became  apparent  that  the  crisis  was  over  and  after  an  unevent- 
ful life  of  a  little  over  two  years  the  Twelfth  Infantry  was 
mustered  out  in  July,  1800. 

The  first  vital  episode  in  the  history  of  the  Twelfth  was 
in  the  War  of  1812.     At  the  time  of  the  declaration  of 
The  First     waTj  j^e  jg^  !8i2,  the  Regular  Army  of  the  United 
The* Wai-     States  numbered  6,744  officers  and  men.     Congress 
of  1812        had  some  time  prior  to  this  made  provision  for  an  in- 
crease of  the  military  forces  to  35,000  men  but  this 
increase  had  never  reached  more  than  the  paper  stage. 

The  Twelfth  was  provided  for  under  the  act  of  June  26, 
1812,  and  was  to  be  composed  of  ten  companies  of  103  men  and 
3  officers.  In  addition  to  this  there  was  to  be  a  field  officers' 
staff  section,  and  non-commissioned  staff  of  13  officers  and 
men.  The  strength  of  the  Regiment  was  to  be  1073.  It  is 
very  doubtful  if  the  Regiment  ever  reached  its  full  strength, 
for  the  conflicting  conditions  in  the  organization  of  the  regular 
army  and  the  militia  for  service  in  this  war  made  the  status  of 
all  regular  regiments,  which  were  organized  for  the  emergency, 
rather  uncertain.  It  is  true  that  the  Twelfth  played  a  prom- 

H 

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History  of  the  Twelfth  n 

inent  part  in  the  campaign  although  doubtful  whether  it  fought 
always  as  a  regiment. 

The  campaign  of  this  war  is  properly  divided  into  four 
parts.     That  in  the  West  which  covered  the  operations  in 
Ohio  and  the  attempted  invasion  of  Canada  from 
Detroit.     The   operations   of   the   Niagara   frontier  The 

Campaigns 

with  the  battles  which  contemplated  the  entrance 
into  Canada  from  the  region  of  the  Niagara  River,  the  opera- 
tions of  the  North  from  Lake  Champlain  down  the  St.  Law- 
rence River  which  had  as  a  part  of  its  objective  the  capture  of 
Montreal.  Last,  and  to  many  the  most  important,  were  the 
combined  military  and  naval  operations  of  Chesapeake  Bay 
which  culminated  in  the  capture  of  Washington. 

In  the  first  of  these,  the  operations  in  the  West,  the  Twelfth 
played  no  part.     In  the  operations  on  the  Niagara  frontier  the 
only  engagement  in  which  the  Twelfth  took  part  was  that  at 
Black   Rock,   New  York,   on   November  28,    1812, 
where  a  successful  engagement  was  fought  against Black  R^k> 
the  English  troops,  the  Twelfth  being  part  of  the 
attacking  forces.     Black  Rock  was  one  of  the  chain  of  forts 
near  Buffalo  and  on  the  Niagara  River. 

When  we  turn  to  the  third  phase  of  the  campaign  we  find 
the  Twelfth  playing  an  important  part.     In  1813  the  opera- 
tions  on   the   Northern   Frontier    contemplated   an 
attack  on  Montreal  for  which  two  separate  forces  I*to  ?an*da 

in  1813 

were  organized.     One  under  General  Wilkinson  was 
to  start  from  the  foot  of  Lake  Ontario  and  go  down  the  St. 
Lawrence  River.     The  other  under  General  Hampton  was  to 
cooperate  from  the  foot  of  Lake  Champlain. 

The  Twelfth  was  a  part  of  General  Wilkinson's  advance 
corps  which  started  its  descent  of  the  St.  Lawrence, 
meeting  the  British  in  position  at  Crystler's  Field  on 
the  i  ith  of  November.     After  an  attack  which  lasted 
two    hours    and    in    which    the    advance    corps'    casualties 


12  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

were  338  killed  and  wounded,  it  was  decided  to  abandon 
the  campaign  for  the  winter.  The  army  of  General  Wilkin- 
son withdrew  to  the  American  shore  and  went  into  winter 
quarters. 

In  1814  there  was  a  revival  of  the  plan  for  the  invasion  of 
Canada,   the  Twelfth  again  taking  part.     General 
into  Canada  Wilkinson  was  in  command  of  the  forces.     On  the 
3Oth  of  March  he  crossed  the  border  and  attacked 
the  British  at   La  Colle   Mill.      This  attack  failed 
and  the  troops  withdrew  to  Plattsburg  where  in  June  another 
expedition  in  which  the  Twelfth   participated  was  started 
against  Odelltown  in  Lower  Canada.      This  battle 
Miii°          was  fought  on  July  3,  1814,  and  is  the  last  men- 
tion of   any  participation    by  the  Twelfth  in  the 
Campaigns  of  the  North. 

In  two  battles  in  the  campaign  in  the  Chesapeake  Bay 
region   the   Twelfth   figured   prominently,    at    Bladensburg, 
Maryland,  August  23,  1814,  and  at  Fort  McHenry, 
TheCam-^  September  13,  1814.     These  battles  were  part  of  the 
Chesapeake  campaign   of   the   British   which   was   a   combined 
military  and  naval  operation   against  the  region  of 
the  Chesapeake  Bay.    A  part  of  this  campaign,  it  is  well  known, 
involved  the  capture  and  the  burning  of  the  City  of  Washing- 
ton.    The  Battle  of  Bladensburg  was  a  futile  attempt 
on  the  part  of  the  Americans  to  prevent  the  Brit- 
ish reaching  Washington.     Had  it  not  been  for  the 
presence  of  a  few  regular  regiments,  the  American  force  would 
have  been  completely  defeated.     As  it  was,  the  superiority  in 
numbers  of  the  British  over  the  trained  men  we  had  in  the 
field  was  such  that  the  raw  troops,  volunteers  of  but  a  few 
weeks'  training,  were  unable  to  make  up  the  difference  and 
after  a  short  and  valiant  defense  the  troops  were  forced  to 
retire  leaving  the  road  to  the  Capital  open.     It  will  always  be 
remembered  by  all  who  know  the  Regiment  that  it  was  part 


History  of  the  Twelfth  13 

of  the  honor  of  the  Twelfth  to  have  fought  in  the  battle 
of  Fort  McHenry  for  here  it  was  that  the  Na-  Fort 

tional  Anthem,  The  Star  Spangled  Banner,  was  writ-  McHenry 
ten  by  Francis  Scott  Key. 

We  cannot  close  this  extremely  brief  account  of  the  story 
of  the  Regiment  without  a  commentary  on  the  lack  of  records 
which  make  further  details  of  the  participation  of  the  Twelfth 
impossible.  The  confusion  resulting  from  the  lack  of  a  stabil- 
ized program  of  military  legislation  caused  the  part  played  by 
any  particular  unit  to  become  almost  submerged  in  the  whole 
campaign  and  yet  the  fact  that  in  three  of  the  four  phases 
of  the  general  campaign  the  Twelfth  participated  is  proof  of 
its  activity.  It  served  well  in  victory  and  defeat  and  to 
its  honor  will  be  always  present  the  fact  that  it  served 
at  the  battle  which  gave  the  inspiration  for  the  writing  of 
the  national  anthem.  With  it  ends  a  detached  chapter  in 
the  history  of  the  Regiment,  detached  because  the  peace-time 
army  had  at  this  time  but  eight  infantry  regiments.  The 
Twelfth  consolidated  in  May,  1815,  with  the  I4th  and  2Oth 
Infantries  to  form  the  4th  Infantry  and  this  brings  to  a  close 
the  first  episode. 

The  War  with  Mexico  opened  in  1846.  With  the  beginning 
of  hostilities  we  find  the  Twelfth  organized  for  the  third  time; 
this  time  under  the  Acts  of  February  n,  1847,  and  ^gg^^jj 
March  3,  1847.  It  is  interesting  to  note  that  this,  Episode, 
the  second  episode  in  the  history  of  the  Twelfth  The  War 

T    £  ,    .     .,  ...        with  Mexico 

Infantry  again  contemplated  service  on  foreign 
soil.  As  in  the  War  of  1812  two  of  the  Twelfth's  cam- 
paigns carried  the  regimental  colors  into  Canada,  so  here 
they  were  to  be  carried  into  Mexico,  finally  reaching  the 
capital  when  Mexico  City  fell  before  the  forces  of  General 
Scott. 

The  organization  having  been  completed,  the  Regiment 
was  assigned  to  General  Pierce's  Brigade.  This  later  formed 


14  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

part  of  General  Gideon  J.  Pillow's  Division  and  left  to  join 
General  Winfield  Scott  who  was  at  that  time  in  Mexico.     The 
departure  took  place  in  June,  1847.    In  the  five  weeks 
Twelfth       which  followed,  until  the  expedition  reached  Scott, 
joins  Gen-   four  engagements  were  fought.     These  were  at  Na- 
tional Bridge,   Paso  de  Ovejas,  again    at    National 
Bridge,  and  at  Plan  del  Rio.      General  Pierce's  Bri- 
gade joined  Winfield  Scott  at  Pueblo  on  the  ninth  of  August  in 
1847.     Two  days  before  this,  General  Scott,  knowing  of  the  ap- 
proach of  reinforcements,  resumed  his  march  on  Mexico  City. 
At  this  time  General  Pierce's  Brigade  consisted  of  the  Ninth, 
Twelfth,  and  Fifteenth  Infantry  regiments.    It  participated  in 
the  march  toward  Mexico  City.     On  August  iQth,  when  this 
march  was  held  up  at  Contreres,  a  battle  ensued  which  is  notable 
for  its  brilliance  and  for  the  part  which  the  Twelfth  played,  both 
in  the  engagement  and  in  the  pursuit  of  the  defeated  enemy. 
The  Battle  of  Contreres  was  an  enveloping  movement  of 
the  Mexican  forces  then  holding  a  fortified  position.     The 
City  of  Contreres  occupies  a  commanding  position 
on  the  road  to  Mexico  City.     It  is  in  itself  a  natural 
fortress  and  would  unquestionably  require  the  assistance  of 
artillery  to  accomplish  its  occupation.     The  main  element  was 
an  envelopment  by  two  brigades  with  a  frontal  attack  on  the 
Mexican  position  by  the  Ninth  and  the  Twelfth  Infantries. 
The  following   extract   describes   the   part   of   the   Twelfth: 
;i  Valencia,  the  Mexican  Commander,  endeavored  in  vain  to 
crush  the  persistent  advance,  with  his  overwhelming  and 
superior  volume  of  fire,  but  with  no  apparent  success  until  the 
line  had  advanced  to  within  two  hundred  and  fifty  yards  of  his 
batteries.     Colonel   Ransome   was   forced   to   halt   to   allow 
General  Smith  with  the  artillery  an  opportunity  to  close  in  in 
rear,  and  as  General  Smith  closed  in  Captain  Wood  with  the 
Twelfth  Infantry  charged  the  front  of  the  Mexican  position. 
The  battle  was  won.     The  Mexicans  fled. " 


History  of  the  Twelfth  15 

Colonel  Bonham,  commanding  the  Twelfth,  was  disabled 
in  the  fight  and  the  command  fell  to  Captain  Wood  of  "C" 
Company  who  led  the  charge  and  the  pursuit  which  followed. 
General  Smith's  Brigade,  which  supported  the  attacking  line, 
was  composed  of  the  First  Artillery,  Third  Infantry,  and  the 
Rifle  Regiment. 

The  pursuit  of  the  retreating  Mexican  force  was  taken  up 
by  four  companies  of  the  Twelfth  with  Captain  Wood  in 
command.  These  companies  were  B,  C,  H,  and  K.  _ 

San  Antonio 

After  defeating  the  Mexicans  again  at  San  Antonio, 
they  drove  them  on  the  following  day,  August  2Oth,  beyond 
the  village  of  Churubusco  and  into  Tete  du  Pont,  thus  causing 
a  detour  of  the  key  fortification  southeast  of  Mexico  City 
known  as  T£te  du  Pont,  and  allowing  the  enemy  to  seek 
shelter  with  a  force  of  seven  thousand  Mexicans,  four  Pont 

thousand  infantry  and  three  thousand  cavalry,  under 
Santa  Ana.  This  force  was  the  ' '  flower  of  the  Mexican  Army. " 
When  Valencia  arrived  at  this  place  of  safety  he  turned 
upon  his  pursuers  and  opened  fire,  and  the  four  companies  from 
our  Regiment,  despite  the  fact  that  they  were  tired  and  battle- 
worn,  despite  the  fact  that  they  were  outnumbered  by  such 
tremendous  odds,  held  back  the  enemy  for  one-half  hour  until 
reinforcements  arrived.  After  this  victory  General  Scott 
offered  an  armistice  which  was  accepted  on  August  23,  1847. 
After  the  fighting  started  again  on  September  yth,  our  Regiment 
was  garrisoned  at  Mixcano.  It  had  in  truth  borne  the  brunt 
of  the  fire  of  the  attack,  was  depleted  in  numbers,  and  saw  no 
further  action.  However,  on  September  I4th,  when  the  Mexi- 
cans surrendered  their  capital  and  General  Scott  made  his 
triumphant  entry  into  Mexico  City,  he  asked 
that  the  entire  Regiment  join  him  in  order  to  par-  Entfy  ^to 
ticipate  in  the  ceremony.  The  object  of  the  cam-  City 

paign  having  been  attained  and  a  successful  peace 
concluded,  the  Regiment  was  mustered  out  June   8,    1848. 


i6  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

The  next  reorganization  of  the  Regiment  was  provided  for 
by  personal  decree  of  President  Lincoln  on  May  4, 

Episode"*    l86l-     ^is  *s  *ke  rea*  beginning  °f  continuous  ser- 

The  Cmi     vice  for  our  organization. 

War,  1861-  ^Q  Regiment  was  organized  at  Fort  Hamilton 
in  New  York  harbor.  On  March  5, 1 862 ,  it  was  moved 

to  Washington,  D.  C.  and    attached    to  Brigadier    General 

Sykes's  Brigade  as  a  part  of  the  Army  of  the  Potomac.  The 
Army  of  the  Potomac  then  moved  to  Hampton  Roads 

With  the     to  start  -ts  march  Up  the  Virginia  Peninsula.     The 

Army  of  the 

Potomac      first  campaign  on  the  Peninsula  was  at  Yorktown, 
and  lasted  from  April  5th  to  May  4th.     General 
McClellan  was  in  command  of  the  army  which  disembarked  at 
Fortress  Monroe  and  marched  up  the  Peninsula  without  im- 
pediment until  it  reached  the  Warwick  River  near  the  fortified 
town  of  Yorktown.     The  Union  Army  prepared  to 
lay  siege  to  the  town  and  actually  stayed  there  a 
month  making  preparation. 

The  position  of  the  Twelth  was  directly  in  front  of  York- 
town,  our  men  during  this  period  drilling,  building  roads, 
trenches,  and  doing  guard  duty.  After  a  month  of  preparation 
our  army  awoke  to  find  that  the  Confederates  had  decided  to 
evacuate  the  city.  They  then  marched  up  before  Richmond 
where  they  stayed  seven  days,  from  June  26th  to  July  2,  1862. 
Here  again  our  Regiment  was  in  the  exact  center  of 
^  unjon  force)  being  located  at  Gaines's  Mill  under 
the  leadership  of  Major  Clitz. 

Lee  apparently  decided  at  that  time  to  destroy  the  Army  of 
the  Potomac.  His  plan  of  attack  evidently  was  to  cut  through 
the  middle,  break  the  army  in  two,  roll  back  one  flank  to  one 
side,  and  after  its  destruction,  to  turn  to  the  other  flank.  The 
Twelfth  was  outnumbered  two  to  one  by  the  Confederates. 
As  was  perfectly  consistent  with  his  plan,  Lee's  first  point  of 
attack  was  the  center.  He  made  repeated  efforts  to  break  the 


The  colors 


Three  of  the  Twelfth's  Civil  War  Veterans 


Harry  M.  Sherman 
Private  Company  "  G" 


William  Cassidy 
Private  Company  "H" 


Clark  A.  Crum 
Sergeant  Company  "F 


History  of  the  Twelfth  17 

line  but  the  men  of  our  Regiment  held  like  steel,  Lee  was  forced 
to  give  up  his  campaign  and  the  Army  of  the  Potomac  was 
saved. 

"Of  all  the  battles  of  the  Civil  War  that  of  Gaines's  Mill 
stands  out  most  prominently  in  the  history  of  the  Twelfth 
Infantry.  It  was  the  Regiment's  first  battle  and,  due  to  its 
conspicuous  part  in  bearing  the  burden  of  the  Confederate 
attacks  on  the  right  center  of  the  5th  Corps  and  being  con- 
fronted by  twice  its  numerical  strength  and  without  breast- 
works, holding  every  inch  of  its  ground  for  over  six  hours,  it 
earned  the  praise  of  those  who  recognized  its  real  fighting 
ability." 

On  June  3Oth,  Lee  attacked  at  Malvern  Hill.     The  Twelfth 
with  the  Fourteenth   Infantry  in    a  charge  turned 
the  tide  in  this  battle.     Lee,  after  firing  a  few  desul- 
tory  shots,  retreated  and  abandoned  his  attempt  to 
destroy  the  Army  of  the  Potomac. 

The  Battle  of  Cedar  Mountain  was  the  first  engagement 
of  the  new  campaign.     In  this  two  battalions  of  our  Regiment 
and  two  companies  of  the  Eighth  Infantry  opened 
the  battle,  being  chosen  by  the  general  to  cover  the         c^ 
front  advance  of  the  division.     The  fighting  qualities 
displayed  by  our  men  at  that  time  brought  forth  the  fol- 
lowing praise  from  General  T.  M.  Anderson:      "Their  part, 
I    have    occasion  to  know,   excited    the  admiration  of   the 
enemy.     They   fought  in   a  way   that  convinced  him  they 
were   regulars." 

One  of  the  members  of  Company  "H, "  Corporal  John 
Younger,  was  awarded  a  medal  of  honor  for  bravery  during 
this  battle.  Through  a  mistake  the  Regiment's  own  batteries 
in  the  rear  were  subjecting  it  to  fire.  Younger  was  sent  back 
to  warn  the  batteries  and  though  badly  wounded  he  rushed  in 
between  the  guns  and  delivered  the  message. 

After  this  engagement,  Pope  drew  up  his  army  and  prepared 


i8  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

for  the  Second  Battle  of  Bull  Run.     Once  again  we  find  our 

Regiment  holding  the  center  of  the  line.     Many  attacks  were 

lodged  against  it  but  were  easily  repulsed.     However, 

Second        both  flanks  gave  way,  and  in  order  to  avoid  becoming 

Battle  or 

Bull  Run     hemmed  in,  it  became  necessary  to  retreat. 

At  this  time  Lee  decided  again  to  take  the  offen- 
sive and  capture  Maryland.  McClellan  saw  that  the  best  method 
of  defense  against  this  attack  would  be  an  offensive,  so  he  met 
the  enemy  at  Antietam.  The  battle  lasted  two  days 
and  was  an  extremely  fierce  struggle.  Our  Regiment 
again  was  in  the  center  of  the  line  holding  positions  for  artillery. 
"The  part  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry,  while  in  front  of  the 
attack,  was  greatly  in  the  support  of  the  artillery  and  bearing 
liberally  their  share  in  the  burden  of  holding  the  center  of  the 
line."  No  decision  was  gained  by  either  side,  but  finally  Lee 
withdrew,  admitting  a  tactical  defeat,  gave  up  his  ambition 
in  the  conquering  of  Maryland,  and  went  back  to  Virginia. 
The  Regiment  was  sent  to  Shepherdstown  Ford  on  September 
iQth  and  stayed  there  until  October  29th.  At  this  time 
General  Burnside  was  placed  in  command  of  the  army  and  he 
decided  to  follow  Lee  into  Virginia. 

The  campaign  with  Burnside  in  Virginia  opened  the  skir- 
mishes at  Snickers  Gap.     In  the  movement  toward  Freder- 
icksburg  the  Twelfth  Infantry  led  General  Hooker's 

Fredericks-    „..    .   .  „., 

burg  Division.     They  took  part  in  the  big  battle  of  the 

second  day  and  found  themselves  directly  in  line  with 
the  enemy's  fire.  "In  this  position,  prone  upon  their  faces  and 
lying  side  by  side  with  the  dead  in  the  battle  of  the  day 
before,  unable  to  eat  or  take  a  drink  of  water  without  drawing 
a  fatal  fire  from  the  enemy,  and  unable  to  return  this  fire,  the 
Twelfth  Infantry  and  a  brigade  of  recruits  held  the  Confeder- 
ate Army  in  its  earthworks  for  twelve  hours  during  Sunday, 
December  14th,  until  relieved  by  the  First  Minnesota 
Infantry  after  dark." 


History  of  the  Twelfth  19 

On  the  following  night  Burnside  decided  to  withdraw.  The 
withdrawal  was  to  be  covered  by  Buchanan's  Brigade  of  which 
the  Twelfth  was  a  part.  The  battalions  of  the  Twelfth  occu- 
pied the  outskirts  of  the  town  and  were  the  last  to  withdraw. 
Burnside  then  attempted  without  success  to  turn 
Lee's  flank  and  the  result  was  the  famous  "mud  BunfMe^ 
march"  in  which  the  Twelfth  participated.  March" 

The  attempt  to  outflank  Lee  was  unsuccessful,  and 
Burnside  was  forced  to  withdraw.     The  Twelfth  then  went 
into  camp  at  Falmouth  in  Virginia  for  the  winter.     At  Freder- 
icksburg  on  June  29,  1863,  the  Twelfth  held  the  Germania 
plank  road  and  with  the  defeat  of  the  Union  armies  withdrew 
to  the  north.     During  the  rout  of  the  nth  Corps  at  the  Battle 
of  Mineral  Springs  Run  "Sykes's  Division,  with  the 
Twelfth  Infantry  leading,  was  sent  at  the  double-       ^J^ 
quick  to  its  assistance."     At  this  time  the  Twelfth  Run 

Infantry  held  the  right  of  Sykes's  Division,  part  of  the 
5th  Corps. 

Lee  then  again  decided  on  a  northern  campaign,  this  time 
having  as  his  objective  the  State  of  Pennsylvania.  He  kept 
his  right  flank  at  Fredericksburg  and  extended  his  left  in  a 
fan-like  way  until  it  reached  up  into  Pennsylvania.  General 
Hooker  decided  to  attack  his  right  flank  at  Fredericksburg  but 
those  in  higher  command  refused  to  permit  such  a  course. 
General  Hooker  resigned  and  General  Meade  was  then  placed 
in  command  and  led  his  army  forth  to  give  battle  to  _  . 

J  Gettysburg 

the  enemy  at  Gettysburg. 

The  situation  at  Gettysburg  was  as  follows:     The  Union 
Army  occupied  a  hill  known  as  Cemetery  Hill.    At 
their  extreme  left  there  were  two  hills,  a  larger  one  t        The 
called  Round  Top  and  the  smaller  Little  Round  Top.    thTRound 
These  positions  were  taken  over  by  the  Twelfth  In-  Tops 

fantry  on  the  second  day  and  held  throughout  the 
remainder  of  the  battle.     The  Confederate  Army  was  located 


20  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

on  another  ridge  known  as  Seminary  Ridge,  a  few  hundred 
yards  away. 

The  fight  started  on  July  1st.  During  that  day  there  were 
several  attempts  made  to  take  Round  Top ;  some  of  them  al- 
most succeeded,  but  during  the  second  day,  after  the  arrival 
of  the  Twelfth  in  those  positions,  the  enemy  discovered  that 
capture  of  them  was  impossible  and  no  further  attempt  was 
made.  The  battle  continued  until  July  3d  and  on  that  day 
Lee  decided  to  stake  all  upon  a  final  charge,  designating 
General  Pickett  to  take  Cemetery  Hill.  This  charge  was  a 
failure;  Lee  retreated  back  to  Williamsburg. 

The  regiment  took  part  in  the  pursuit  of  Lee  to  Virginia  on 
July  24th,  at  which  time  the  second  battalion  was  sent  to 
New  York  to  quell  draft  riots  and  stayed  in  New 
Lee  Retires  York  from  August  i6th  to  September  I4th,  then 
Virginia  rejoining  the  army  at  Culpeper,  Virginia,  on  Sep- 
tember 22d.  That  fall  Meade  and  Lee  conducted 
their  campaign  of  maneuvers,  having  slight  skirmishes  at 
Bristow  Station  and  Mine  Run,  the  latter  taking  place  from 
November  26th  to  November  30,  1863.  Both  generals  were 
simply  sparring  for  a  hold  and  nothing  was  accomplished  until 
they  retired  for  the  winter. 

During  that  winter  the  army  was  placed  under  command  of 

General  Grant  and  the  next  spring  the  vigorous  policy  of  the 

capture  of  Richmond  and  Lee's  army  was  adopted. 

Grant's  policy  was  one  of  hitting  hard  blows  one 

Virginia       after  another  until  the  enemy  was  defeated.     He  had 

been  able  to  defeat  the  Confederate  leaders  of  the 

West  with  this  policy  and  thought  that  the  same  would  be 

effectual  against  Lee,  but  he  misjudged  his  man  and  soon  found 

himself  in  the  Wilderness,  the  same  forest  in  which  Lee  had 

bottled  up  Hooker. 

Grant  gave  battle  on  May  5th  and  it  was  fought  for  a  whole 
day.  No  decision  was  reached  other  than  a  decision  in  Grant's 


History  of  the  Twelfth  21 

mind  to  change  his  policy.      The  Twelfth  took  part  in  this 
encounter  but  like  all  other  regiments  was  unable  to  do  any- 
thing because  of  the  nature  of  the  position.  The  Regi- 
ment went  with  Grant  later  in  the  Battle  of  Spottsyl- 
vania,  on  May  8th,  and  Grant  was  again  defeated. 

Throughout  the  remainder  of  this  summer  it  took  part  in 
a  large  number  of  skirmish  battles,  none  of  which  were  par- 
ticularly important.  These  battles  were  North  Anna  River, 
May  22d,  Totopotomoy,  May  28th,  Cold  Harbor,  June  ist, 
Petersburg,  June  i6th,  Weldon  Railroad,  August  i8th,  Poplar 
Springs  Church,  September  29th,  Boydton  Road,  October  27th. 
Finally  on  November  2d  the  Regiment  was  sent  to  New  York, 
the  first  battalion  to  Elmira  and  the  second  battalion  to  Fort 
Hamilton,  where  they  stayed  until  July,  1865,  doing  guard 
duty.  The  Regiment  had  been  in  actual  service  during  the 
war  for  a  period  of  over  three  years. 

The  fourth  episode  in  Twelfth  Infantry  nistory  is  the 
period  of  reconstruction  and  the  winning  of  the  West. 
Here  no  less  than  in  the  other  phases  of  national  The  Fourth 
affairs  the  Twelfth  played  its  part  with  the  same  in-  ^j^30?6' 
tense  and  extended  participation  that  characterized  the  West 
its  every  effort  since  the  time  of  its  establishment. 

The  close  of  the  war  saw  the  Twelfth  returning  to  the 
scene  of  its  former  triumphs  when  it  was  stationed  at  Richmond, 
and  from  1865  to  1869  it  was  near  the  defenses  of 
Washington.  Students  of  history  will  remember  the 
extensive  part  that  the  units  of  the  Regular  Army 
played  in  the  protection  and  development  of  the  West  in  this 
period  when  the  entire  trend  of  movement  of  population  was 
westward.  The  "Regulars"  were  known  from  one  end  of  the 
country  to  the  other  in  these  new  territories,  as  well  they  might 
be,  for  in  no  small  degree  was  the  success  of  the  efforts  of  the 
settlers,  hindered  as  they  were  by  hostile  Indians,  due  to  these 
same  "Regulars." 


22  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

This  period  also  brings  into  existence  a  new  phase  of 
Twelfth  Infantry  life  and  the  organization  of  the  Regiment. 
The  nature  of  the  regimental  duties  was  such  that 
Period  of  large  units  were  not  required.  The  company  as  a 
L™pt  unit  would  suffice,  and  so  during  this  time  there  oc- 
curred, as  will  be  seen  from  the  record,  a  great  separa- 
tion and  distribution  of  companies  throughout  the  length  and 
breadth  of  the  Western  Territory.  As  a  natural  result  of  this 
there  grew  up  a  great  spirit  of  company  rivalry,  and  many  and 
long  are  the  descriptions  of  the  meetings  of  two  or  more  com- 
panies, after  long  periods  of  separation  in  both  time  and  dis- 
tance, when  the  coming  of  the  paymaster  and  the  willingly 
admitted  need  of  not  inconveniencing  that  worthy  gentleman, 
meant  an  assembling  of  units.  At  this  time  there  was  in  the 
Twelfth,  as  was  common  among  many  of  the  Regular  Army 
regiments,  a  decided  tendency  toward  the  centralization  in  one 
company  of  men  of  one  nationality  and  this  readily  tended  to  an 
increase  in  the  company  pride  and  feeling.  The  officers  were 
just  as  proud  of  their  individual  companies  as  the  men  and 
would  fight  just  as  long  orally  and  physically  as  any  man  would, 
and  tradition  tells  us  that  both  forms  of  encounter  occurred. 

This  was  the  period  of  the  Indian  Campaigns.  The  con- 
ditions under  which  they  were  fought,  with  frontier  posts  as 
bases  of  operations,  in  difficult  country,  and  against 
an  enemy  that  was  an  acknowledged  master  at  the 

Campaigns 

particular  art  of  traveling  required,  made  them 
difficult,  and  when  successful,  a  noteworthy  achievement. 
Marches  whose  length  was  regulated  not  by  map  distance 
or  schedules  of  movement  were  frequent.  Water  was  the  rul- 
ing consideration,  and  well  it  might  be,  in  country  such  as 
that  through  which  they  fought.  A  day's  march  was  the  dis- 
tance from  one  water  hole  to  another,  be  the  distance  fifteen 
or  forty  miles,  often  the  latter. 

In  1873,  "B"  Company  built  the  telegraph  line  extending 


Presidio  of  San  Francisco 


First  aid  at  Fine 
Arts  Palace 


Schumann-Heink  sings 
in  the  grove 


Brick  barracks  at 
main  post 


Main  parade  and  post  headquarters 


San  Francisco,  California 


Off  for  the  Liberty  Loan  Parade 


A  corner  in  God's  country 


All  aboard  for 
Camp  Fremont 


Parading  up  Market  Street 


History  of  the  Twelfth  23 

from  Yuma  to  San  Diego  and  in  the  same  year  "E"  and  "G" 
Companies  fought  a  campaign  against  the  Modoc  Indians  in 
northeastern  California.  Two  years  later  found  "  C  "  and  "  F  " 
Companies  fighting  Indians  in  Nevada.  In  1877  four  com- 
panies of  the  Twelfth,  "B,"  "C,"  "D,"  and  "F,"  fought  in  the 
Nez  Perces  Campaign.  At  the  completion  of  the  campaign 
"C"  Company  went  from  Idaho  to  Angel  Island,  California. 
The  route  followed  was  down  the  Missouri  River  to  Omaha 
and  then  by  rail  to  the  Pacific  Coast. 

The  year  of  1878  is  a  notable  one  in  the  history  of  Indian 
Wars.     It  was  in  this  year  that  the  extensive  campaign  of 
the  Bannock  War  occurred.     The  field  in  which  the 
activities    of    these    Indians  were  carried    out    was 
Oregon  and  Idaho.     Five  companies  of  the  Twelfth 
Infantry— "B,"  "C,"  "D,"  "F,"  and  "K,"—  took  part  in  the 
campaign. 

Three  years  later  the  Regiment  was  in  Arizona,  this  time 
fighting  Apaches.     "D"   Company  in  this  year  saved  Fort 
Apache.     In  this  brief  statement  of  the  activities  in 
which  the  Twelfth  participated  it  must  be  remem-   campaigns 
bered  that  the  companies  were  small.     The  hard- 
ships were  many  and  the  character  of  fighting  such  as  to  show 
the  true  ability  and  worth  of  the  soldiers  engaged.     Records 
show  that  wherever  the  Twelfth  Infantry  took  part,  their  work 
was  well  done. 

In  the  campaign  against  the  Modocs  of  California  in  1873, 
part  of  the  expedition  came  from  the  Coast  Artillery  troops  in 
San  Francisco  and  had  it  not  been  for  the  splendid 

rp« 

work  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry  in  covering  the  tactical    ,.  . 

Modocs  in 

blunders  made  by  the  leader  of  the  expedition  it  California 
is  doubtful  if  any  would  have  returned  to  tell  the  tale. 

In  1882  the  Regiment  went  to  New  York  State.  This  is 
probably  the  first  time  in  ten  years  that  the  Regiment  was 
together  as  such.  A  period  of  garrison  life  followed  with  no 


24  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

events  of  particular  importance,  save  that  "E"  Company  in 
1885  attended  the  funeral  of  General  Grant  as  a  guard  of  honor. 

In  1890  we  find  the  Twelfth  again  on  an  Indian  Campaign, 
this  time  against  Sitting  Bull.  Three  companies — "A,"  "B," 
and  "C" — were  patrolling  the  Brule  Reservation  and  "A," 
"G,"  and  "H,"  Companies  took  active  part  in  the  campaign 
to  arrest  him.  In  1891,  "E"  Company  again  acted  as  the 
guard  of  honor  at  the  funeral  of  a  great  general,  this  time  Gen- 
eral Sherman  at  St.  Louis,  and  in  the  following  year  "E" 
Company  formed  the  guard  at  the  Columbian  Exposition  in 
Chicago. 

1894  found  "G"  Company  doing  patrol  duty  in  Indian  Ter- 
ritory and  at  the  same  time  "  E  "  Company  was  on  duty  in  the 
City  of  Chicago  during  the  great  railroad  strike  of  that  year. 
1 895  found  the  entire  Regiment  assembled  to  garrison  at  Fort 
Niobrara,  Nebraska. 

In  this  period  the  Regiment  consisted  of  two  battalions. 
The  companies  were  seldom  if  ever  at  the  authorized  strength 
of  sixty-five  men.  The  nature  of  the  work,  while  difficult, 
did  not  call  for  large  numbers  and  so  at  the  close  of  this  period 
the  Twelfth  Infantry  bore  little  resemblance  to  the  Regiment 
which  we  find  playing  a  decisive  part  in  the  Spanish-American 
War. 

On  the  I9th  of  April,  1898,  the  Twelfth  Infantry  went  to 
The  Fifth  Chickamauga  Park  in  Georgia.  This  was  a  mobiliza- 
Episode.  tion  camp  for  embarkation  for  Cuban  service.  At 
The  Span-  this  time  the  third  battalion  was  organized.  In  the 
Lan  War,  process  of  organization  the  third  battalion  received 
1898  the  name  "MILKing  the  Regiment."  The  reason 

is  apparent  for  companies  "I,"  "K,"  "L,"  and  "M" 
The  Twelfth  were  the  new  children  brought  into  existence. 

The  Twelfth  was  in  General  Chaffee's  Third  Bri- 
gade, sailed  for  Cuba  June  14,  1898,  and  landed  six 
days  later.    One  of  the  purposes  of  the  campaign  in  Cuba  was 


History  of  the  Twelfth  25 

to  capture  Santiago.  They  landed  in  southern  Cuba.  The 
plan  of  attack  was  to  go  up  through  the  mountainous  regions 
and  attack  Santiago  from  the  East. 

The  Spaniards  put  up  a  slight  resistance  at  Guascama  on 
July  25th  but  were  soon  repulsed  and  retreated  back  towards 
Santiago,  so  our  force  advanced  upon  the  city.  The  two 
principal  defenses  were  forts  at  San  Juan  Hill,  which  was  in  a 
direct  line  in  front  of  the  city,  and  El  Caney,  which  was  about 
four  and  a  half  miles  northeast  of  San  Juan  Hill.  The  plan 
was  to  attack  both  of  these  at  the  same  time.  The  principal 
fort  was  at  San  Juan  Hill.  It  was  thought  that  El  Caney 
could  be  captured  in  a  couple  of  hours  and  it  would  be  pos- 
sible for  the  troops  used  there  to  then  turn  and  aid  the  others 
in  the  attack  upon  San  Juan. 

By  this  time  the  men  of  the  Regiment  had  become  accus- 
tomed to  life  in  Cuba.  They  had  been  compelled,  probably 
unnecessarily,  to  undergo  numbers  of  hardships  since 
the  time  they  had  arrived  on  the  island.  The  great- 
est  hardship  was  the  lack  of  tobacco.  They  had  left 
the  ship  with  orders  to  take  rations  sufficient  to  last  three  days. 
They  landed  in  a  wild  country  and  their  supply  was  soon 
depleted. 

They  had  wondered  at  first  where  they  were  going  to  take  a 
bath  in  this  country.  There  seemed  to  be  nothing  but  mud 
and  dirty  water,  but  they  soon  found  they  could  very  easily 
emulate  the  example  set  for  them  by  the  natives  and  take  one 
of  nature's  own  baths,  the  only  necessary  thing  being  to  take 
off  their  clothes  and  go  outside.  It  was  always  raining  a  warm 
steady  rain  and  they  soon  followed  the  native  custom  of  tak- 
ing their  baths  with  water  supplied  directly  from  the  heavens. 
On  June  28th,  29th,  3Oth,  the  Regiment  was  put  to  work  with 
picks,  shovels,  and  brushes  repairing  roads.  The  mud  was  deep 
and  sticky  and  the  men  were  very  glad  when  the  order  came  for 
them  to  move  on  and  take  part  in  actual  combat. 


26  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

On  July  ist  the  force  divided  itself,  one  part  starting  the 

attack  against  San  Juan  and  the  other  part  with  General 

ChafTee's  brigade  composed  of  the  Twelfth  and  other 

El  Caney 

infantries  led  the  way  towards  El  Caney.  It  was 
expected  that  the  battle  would  only  last  a  couple  of  hours  and 
that  victory  would  easily  be  won,  but  they  reckoned  not  with 
the  fighting  efficiency  and  bravery  of  their  enemy.  Every 
man  who  fought  with  the  Regiment  at  that  time  could  not  too 
loudly  sing  praises  of  the  foe. 

At  six  in  the  morning  the  artillery  started  its  bombardment. 
The  infantry  laid  in  the  grass  for  two  hours  doing  nothing; 
at  8  o'clock,  however,  they  attempted  to  move  forward. 
Suddenly  from  out  of  the  hill  as  from  out  of  the  ground  itself 
there  came  a  volley  of  fire  that  absolutely  stopped  their  pro- 
gress. They  could  not  see  the  enemy,  they  could  not  protect 
themselves,  they  could  neither  move  backward  nor  forward, 
they  were  compelled  to  lay  in  the  grass  protected  only  by  small 
slopes  in  the  hill,  absolutely  helpless. 

One  member  of  the  Regiment  told  in  an  interesting  manner 
the  adventures  of  that  day,  of  the  feeling  of  fear  that  came  over 
the  men  seeing  this  line  of  fire  come  down  upon  them.  He  said 
that  the  first  volley  lit  about  one  hundred  feet  ahead.  Grad- 
ually as  the  targets  were  changed  it  came  closer  and  closer. 
They  could  see  the  bullets  raising  the  dust  in  front  of  them. 
He  described  the  sensation  of  watching  death  approach  being 
absolutely  helpless  without  a  possibility  of  defending  himself. 
He  said  it  was  not  the  fear  of  death  or  of  injury  that  struck 
them  but  simply  their  inability  to  help  themselves.  If  they 
had  been  allowed  to  get  up  and  fight  they  would  be  only  too 
glad,  but  he  said  that  this  sensation  of  being  compelled  to  lie 
there  and  permit  death  to  come  upon  them  without  putting  up 
a  fight  brought  on  a  sensation  that  was  too  unpleasant  to 
describe. 

The  battle  went  on  all  day  long  and  it  was  not  until  late 


History  of  the  Twelfth  27 

in  the  afternoon  that  the  officers  in  command  decided  to 
attempt  to  storm  the  hill.  The  center  of  the  enemy's  strength 
was  in  a  blockhouse  on  top  of  the  hill  and  at  3  o'clock  in  the 
afternoon  the  Twelfth  Infantry  was  ordered  forward  to  attempt 
to  capture  it.  After  their  day  of  slaughter  at  the  foot  of 
the  hill  with  their  numbers  very  much  depleted,  the  men  of  the 
Regiment  were  only  too  anxious  to  make  this  charge  and  the 
order  was  no  sooner  given  than  the  men  were  up  surging  for- 
ward upon  this  fort.  The  national  colors  were  carried  to  the 
roof  of  the  building  by  Private  Joseph  E.  Abele  of  UE"  Com- 
pany. He  remained  there  waving  them  as  a  sign  of  victory 
until  ordered  down. 

It  was  not  until  7:30  in  the  evening  that  the  battle  was 
finally  concluded.  The  men  were  tired  and  hungry,  having 
had  no  opportunity  to  eat  during  the  entire  day.  They  felt 
that  their  part  of  the  victory  had  been  completed  and  they 
wanted  to  rest,  but  the  order  came  for  them  to  move  on  to  San 
Juan.  They  were  compelled  to  march  receiving  nothing  but 
coffee  until  1 1 130.  It  seems  that  the  other  force  at  San  Juan 
had  also  been  meeting  with  difficulties  and  General  Chaff ee's 
Brigade  was  ordered  there  to  render  them  assistance. 

The  Regiment  was  placed  upon  the  left  of  the  American 
force.  This  position  also  was  upon  a  hill.  The  special  ob- 
jective was  a  fort  on  the  top  of  the  hill.  The  only 
approach  to  the  position  where  the  Regiment  was 
supposed  to  start  its  attack  was  a  narrow  road  which 
was  subject  to  enemy  fire,  and  our  Regiment  has  been  repeatedly 
praised  by  the  officers  in  higher  command  for  the  bravery  and 
soldierly  manner  in  which  the  men  went  into  the  battle  line. 
A  brigadier-general  in  command  in  speaking  of  this,  says: 
"In  spite  of  confusing  conditions  the  formations  were  effected 
without  hesitation.  Although  under  stinging  fire,  companies 
rushed  through  the  jungle,  across  the  streams  knee-deep,  over 
the  river  bottom  thickly  set  with  barb-wire  entanglements." 


28  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

The  particular  task  to  which  the  Twelfth  was  assigned  was 
that  of  turning  the  enemy's  right  flank  and  this  feat  was  ac- 
complished by  the  regiments  in  the  brigade  in  a  manner  best 
described  by  the  following  official  report:  "General  Hawkins 
deemed  it  possible  to  turn  the  enemy's  right  at  Fort  San  Juan, 
but  later  under  heavy  fire  this  was  found  to  be  inadvisable  for 
the  First  Brigade,  but  this  was  accomplished  by  the  Third  Bri- 
gade composed  of  the  Twelfth,  Seventh,  and  Seventeenth  In- 
fantries coming  up  on  General  Hawkins's  left." 

The  battle  lasted  two  days.  Our  Regiment  was  in  it  and 
fighting  at  all  times,  but  because  of  its  depleted  condition  was 
not  given  the  opportunity  of  making  the  final  charge.  It  was 
in  the  front  line  fighting  bravely  and  courageously  throughout, 
bearing  its  full  share  of  the  burden.  In  fact,  so  depleted  was 
the  Regiment  after  these  two  encounters  that  it  was  kept  there 
guarding  the  road  between  El  Caney  and  Santiago  and  stayed 
there  until  the  I4th  of  July  when  the  city  surrendered  to  the 
American  force.  The  Regiment  then  went  forward  to  partici- 
pate in  the  ceremonies. 

The  order  which  sent  the  Twelfth  to  the  Philippines  gave 

no  indication  of  the  nature  of  the  work  to  be  done.     Officers 

of  the  Regiment,  knowing  the  Philippine  situation, 

The  Sixth    were  surprised  to  receive  an  order  "To  prepare  for 

Episode.      garrison  duty  in  the  Philippines. "     "  Officers  and  men 

Philippines  are  encouraged  to  take  their  families  with  them." 

On  the  1 2th  of  March,  1899,  the  Regiment  left  New 

York  for  the  Philippine  Islands  by  way  of  the  Suez  Canal  and 

the  Indian  Ocean.     The  trip  lasted  thirty-two  days  and  the 

arrival  at  Manila  occurred  on  April  I4th. 

With  the  characteristic  vigor  which  had  always  marked  the 
operations  of  the  Twelfth,  the  Regiment  participated  actively 
in  the  campaign  about  the  City  of  Manila  and  in  the  guerrilla 
warfare  in  various  parts  of  the  Island  of  Luzon.  One  con- 
siderable battle  was  the  work  of  the  Twelfth  and  the  Twelfth 


History  of  the  Twelfth  29 

alone.  It  was  an  action  against  a  guerrilla  force  in  numbers. 
The  enemy  occupied  a  naturally  strategic  position  from  which 
they  were  able  to  withstand  a  determined  and  vigorous  attack, 
but  as  one  of  our  officers  expressed  it,  "They  could  not  shoot," 
with  the  result  that  an  enveloping  movement  of  both  flanks 
and  a  combined  frontal  attack  were  possible.  The  movement 
was  a  brilliant  success.  The  enemy  resistance  was  broken 
instantly  and  a  large  part  of  the  force  captured  or  disabled. 
In  1900  the  First  Battalion  went  to  the  Island  of  Samar  where 
a  campaign,  successful  as  before,  was  carried  out,  and  in  1902 
the  Regiment  returned  to  the  United  States. 

Another  journey  to  the  Philippines  took  place  in  1904. 
The  Regiment  was  stationed  on  the  Island  of  Luzon  and  the 
following  year  sent  four  companies,  two  from  the  First  Battalion 
and  Companies  ' '  K  "  and  "  L, "  to  the  Island  of  Samar  on  a  scout- 
ing expedition  against  a  threatened  guerrilla  uprising.  In  1906 
the  Regiment  returned  again  to  the  United  States. 

In  recent  years  the  Twelfth  has  been  a  California  regiment. 
Its  stations  were  the  Presidios  of  Monterey  and  San 
Francisco.     When  the  Mexican  border  mobilization       seventh 


was  ordered  the  Twelfth  went  to  Nogales,  Arizona,      Episode. 

Recent 
Years 


in  the  vicinity  of  which  place  it  served  for  more  than 


three  years.  In  November,  1915,  a  successful  en- 
gagement occurred  against  the  Mexicans  at  Nogales,  Ari- 
zona. In  this  engagement  Stephen  Little  of  "K"  Company 
was  killed  and  the  camp  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry  was  there- 
after known  as  Camp  Stephen  Little.  During  the 
engagement  the  Twelfth  was  commanded  by  Colonel 
Sage,  a  distinguished  officer  of  the  army  who  had 
been  decorated  with  the  medal  of  honor  for  distinguished 
bravery  in  action.  Colonel  Sage  was  later  made  a  major- 
general  in  the  National  Army. 

Shortly  after  the  outbreak  of  war  between  Germany  and 
the  United  States  the  Twelfth  was  returned  to  San  Francisco. 


30  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

On  the  ist  of  June,  1917,  it  was  divided  and  two  new  regiments 
were  formed.  These  were  the  Sixty-Second  and  Sixty-third  In- 
fantries. One  of  these,  the  Sixty-second,  formed  part  of  the 
Fifteenth  Infantry  Brigade  with  the  Twelfth  to  which  organiza- 
tion our  Regiment  was  assigned  in  the  new  army  for  service 
overseas. 

With  high  hopes  of  early  service  and  an  earnest  determina- 
tion on  the  part  of  everyone  to  master  the  fundamentals 
of  tactics  and  discipline,  the  Twelfth  Infantry  left  for 
Camp  Fremont  in  January,  1918.  Two  months  pre- 
ThePrepa-  vious  a  large  number  of  non-commissioned  officers 
ration  for  jia(^  |-)een  sen^  £O  fae  National  Army  divisions  for 

France 

training  purposes  and  this  deprived  the  Regiment 
of  an  essential  part  of  its  strength.  However,  at  Camp 
Fremont,  it  was  thought  that  the  opportunity  for  training  and 
the  chance  of  overseas  service  in  the  near  future  would  over- 
come the  loss. 

Few  men  who  served  with  the  Twelfth  during  the  ten 
months  which  followed,  before  our  departure  for  overseas  ac- 
tually occurred,  can  fail  to  realize  the  great  difficulties  that 
were  overcome.  It  seemed  as  if  the  8th  Division  Regular  were 
doomed  to  a  life  of  disappointment  and  despair.  There  were 
eight  changes  of  commanding  generals,  and  the  men  to  fill  the 
division  to  war  strength  were  slow  in  coming.  The  first  con- 
tingent arrived  in  May.  With  an  eagerness  that  was  un- 
limited and  exceeded  only  by  the  desire  of  the  recruits  to 
learn,  an  intensive  training  period  started. 

August  found  the  Division  ready  to  go.  General  Graves 
was  in  command  and  had  been  Assistant  Chief  of  Staff  in 
Washington.  Everything  looked  as  if  our  hopes  would  be 
realized  and  realized  soon ;  but  Dame  Rumor  with  her  charac- 
teristic lack  of  consideration  for  the  desires  of  everyone  and 
everything  soon  began  to  make  her  presence  known.  General 
Graves  disappeared.  It  was  rumored  that  "Secretary  Baker 


Camp  Fremont,  California 


Division 
Head- 
quarters 


Head- 
quarters 
Com- 
pany 
Street 


Supply 

road, 

mess 

halls,  and 

officers' 

tents 


A  corner 
in  camp 


In  the  Course  of  Training 


Will  we  ever  learn? 


A  lecture 


Siberian  Expedition 
says  "Farewell" 


According  to  regulations  "  Full  Field  and  Ready  to  Go ' 


History  of  the  Twelfth  31 

is  in  Kansas  City";  that  "the  transportation  clerk  in  the 
Quartermaster's  office  issued  a  transportation  request  for  two 
officers  to  go  to  Kansas  City."  "The  Thomas  did  not  leave 
the  transport  docks  on  her  August  trip. " 

What  did  it  mean?     Where  were  we  going?     Many  of  the 
wiser  heads  talked  of  the  accumulation  of  ships  in  San  Fran- 
cisco Harbor  and  expressed  the  firm  conviction  that 
it  meant  a  trip  through  the  canal  to  France.     When 

e  nan  Force 

the  blow  fell  finally  it  was  staggering.  The  Division 
was  not  going  anywhere.  Instead  we  were  to  furnish  some 
5,000  men  and  a  few  officers  for  replacement  troops,  destina- 
tion unknown.  The  return  of  General  Graves  and  the  official 
announcement  from  Washington  cleared  the  situation:  "Par- 
ticipation in  Expeditionary  Forces  in  Siberia  has  been  deter- 
mined upon  and  Major-General  Graves,  commanding  8th  Divi- 
sion Regular,  is  designated  as  Commander-in-Chief  of  the 
American  Expeditionary  Forces  in  Siberia." 

When  our  men  had  finally  gone  and  we  realized  that  eight 
months  had  passed  since  our  arrival  at  Camp  Fremont  and 
that  the  opportunity  for  service  overseas  was  as  far  from 
realization  as  it  had  been  from  the  day  of  our  arrival,  the  situa- 
tion indeed  looked  black  but  with  a  steadfastness  of  purpose 
and  a  determination  to  achieve  success  because  it  was  the 
thing  to  be  done,  we  took  up  again  the  task  of  intensive  train- 
ing. One  thing  was  in  our  favor.  The  long  period  of  training 
that  we  had  gone  through  served  to  lay  in  those  who  remained 
the  foundation  of  discipline  and  the  fundamental  of  tactics 
which  made  us  capable  of  instructing  and  instructing  well. 

The  men  that  came  to  fill  the  gaps  left  by  the  Siberian 
transfers  responded  nobly  and  within  sixty  days  from  their 
arrival  at  Camp  Fremont  had  reached  a  point  in  discipline 
and  training   where   the   commanding   general   felt  Cam 
himself  justified  in  announcing  that  we  were  ready 
to   depart.      The   departure    took  place  the  third  week  in 


32  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

October  and  the  Twelfth  arrived  at  Camp  Mills  on  the  ist 
of  November. 

We  were  at  last  under  the  jurisdiction  of  the  commanding 
general  of  the  Port  of  Embarkation,  that  mysterious  officer 
whose  circulars  and  instructions  had  played  such  an  important 
part  in  the  last  five  months  of  our  military  career,  and  we  felt 
indeed  that  our  goal  had  been  reached. 

Eight  days  before  the  signing  of  the  armistice  the  final  blow 
to  our  hopes  and  desires  fell.  The  train  commanders  of  the 
Twelfth  were  assembled  in  the  office  of  the  Camp  Liaison 
Officer  to  receive  their  instructions  for  the  movement  to  the 
troop  ships.  The  colonel  and  the  regimental  staff  were  al- 
ready aboard  ship  and  our  baggage  had  gone.  The  Liaison 
Officer  came  out  of  the  camp  commander's  office  and  an- 
nounced, "The  movement  is  postponed  twenty-four  hours." 
The  next  day  we  heard  the  same  thing,  "The  movement  is 
postponed  twenty-four  hours."  On  the  5th  of  November  the 
movement  was  postponed  forty-eight  hours  and  the  following 
day  at  noon,  shortly  after  the  announcement  of  the  capture  of 
the  city  of  Sedan,  we  were  told  that  the  movement  had  been 
postponed  indefinitely. 

This  is  written  at  Camp  Stuart,  Virginia,  at  the  Port  of 
Embarkation  at  Newport  News,  with  the  sight  of  troops  re- 
The  £  turning  by  thousands  from  service  overseas.  We  of 
the  Twelfth  cannot  help  but  feel  that  a  great  privilege 
which  we  desired  and  worked  for  has  been  denied  us.  We  feel 
without  bitterness  and  resentment  that  we  must  learn  the  mean- 
ing of  the  oft-repeated  phrase,  "They  also  serve  who  only  stand 
and  wait."  To  have  had  the  opportunity  to  serve  with  the 
American  Expeditionary  Forces  in  France  was  the  ideal  and 
ultimate  aim  of  every  man  in  the  Regiment.  Without  the  least 
feeling  of  extra  confidence  of  what  we  might  have  done  had  it 
been  possible  for  us  to  go  overseas,  it  was,  nevertheless,  our 
desire  for  such  service. 


History  of  the  Twelfth  33 

There  shall  always  be  the  feeling  with  every  man  whose 
privilege  and  honor  it  has  been  to  serve  in  the  Regiment  that 
each  has  done  his  part.  Had  fortune  been  with  us,  as 
many  times  it  seemed  against  us,  we  would  have  been  able  to 
have  maintained  the  traditions  of  the  past.  We  would  have 
had  the  Twelfth  Infantry  in  France  the  same  regiment  in 
spirit  and  achievement  that  it  has  been  through  past  wars. 


PRAYER 

Bitter,  O  Lord,  the  thought  that  we  who  would, 

Could  take  no  battle's  chance  for  liberty. 

For  sacrifice  we  must  in  the  great  Cause, 

Since  urgent  in  our  veins  there  beats  the  call 

To  spend  our  blood  in  this  the  world's  high  day. 

How  gladly  would  we  trade  a  hero's  grave 

For  our  safe  service  on  this  tamer  shore. 

Called  "Halt"  at  ocean's  brink,  what  can  we  pray? 

Accept  our  purpose,  Master,  as  our  deed. 

True !    Yet  comes  again  the  bitterness. 

Lord,  give  us  strength  and  purpose  by  long  strife 

And  sacrifice  as  high  and  glorious 

To  fight  the  serpents  coiling  in  our  land 

And  make  secure  the  gains  our  brothers  won. 


Keeping  Faith 


"  Take  up  our  quarrel  with  the  foe; 
To  you  from  failing  hands  we  throw 
The  torch — be  yours  to  hold  it  high. 
If  ye  break  faith  with  us  who  die, 
We  shall  not  sleep,  though  poppies  grow 
In  Flanders  fields." 

THE  great  privilege  of  going  Overseas  was  denied  us. 
To  others  was  given  the  glorious  opportunity  to 
grapple  with  the  forces  of  Evil,  to  others  was  granted 
the  right  to  battle  for  the  sacred  principles  to  which  we  dedi- 
cated our  minds,  our  bodies,  and  our  souls.  It  was  not  ours  to 
traverse  shell-plowed  fields,  to  brave  the  perils  of  combat  in 
the  cruel  light  of  star-shell,  amid  the  pelting  hail  of  shrapnel. 
Nor  was  it  vouchsafed  us  to  fall  on  gory  field,  our  only  dirge 
the  roar  of  artillery  and  the  shriek  of  projectile;  not  ours  to  lie 
beneath  the  lilies  with  the  heroic  dead  long  after  the  kindly 
years  have  healed  the  scars  of  to-day. 

All  this  was  for  those  who  went  before  us.  It  was  their 
appointed  work  and  they  did  it  well.  We  revere  our  warrior 
kindred  who  rest  beneath  the  sward  in  Flanders  field.  We 
glory  in  their  deeds  and  we  hallow  their  memory.  As  long  as 
man  shall  live,  the  epic  of  the  Marne,  Verdun,  and  the  Argonne 
will  inspire  the  quill  of  poet  and  the  brush  of  painter. 

To  sing  their  praise  were  not  enough.  A  greater  task 
awaits  us.  We  must  carry  on.  Not  in  the  tumult  and  carnage 
of  battle  as  did  our  brave  brothers,  but  in  the  furrowed  fields 

34 


Keeping  Faith  35 

and  busy  marts  of  a  land  blessed  by  peace.  Ours  to  hold  aloft 
the  brand  which  fell  from  their  dying  grasp;  we  must  keep 
aglow  the  altar  fires  of  Freedom  and  Democracy;  we  must  guard 
well  that  heritage  rendered  thrice  sacred  by  the  blood  ransom 
paid  on  Flanders  field.  A  solemn  trust,  a  stern  obligation  ours, 
— to  keep  the  faith  with  those  who  wrote  in  their  own  blood  the 
most  glorious  anthem  in  the  Psalter  of  Humanity. 


The   American   Woman 

" then  God,  the  Master,  called  Love,  the 

Artist,  and  giving  her  the  magic  pigment  said: 
'  Paint  a  picture — the  Composite — the  American 
Woman!'" 

TWILIGHT  fell  o'er  the  corridors  of  the  palace  in  the 
clouds.    Far  below  the  shepherd  called  to  his  flock. 
The  Angel  of  Love  looked  down  upon  the  peaceful 
scene  and  sighed.     Many  days  had  passed  since  Heaven  could 
look  down  upon  Earth  and  see  peace. 

The  Angel  of  Love  gazed  to  where  a  little  cottage  nestled 
in  the  hollows.  Over  its  thatched  roof  the  vines  reached  for 
the  skies.  About  it  blossomed  the  new  buds  of  spring.  Amid 
the  growth  of  the  pretty  garden  sat  a  little  old  lady.  She  was 
white-haired  and  the  lines  of  care  showed  about  her  eyes.  She 
walked  to  the  gate  and  looked  down  the  tree-girdled  road  and 
then,  as  of  oft,  she  sighed  and  went  into  the  house.  By  the 
fireside  she  sat  and  knitted.  Her  fingers  played  idly  with  the 
yarn  and  the  needles.  Her  head  nodded — she  was  asleep. 

Up  the  path  there  came  a  youth.  He  breathed  the  spirit 
of  freedom.  His  step  was  firm;  his  body  lithe.  He  softly 
opened  the  door  to  the  cottage  and  stepped  into  the  room.  As 
he  looked  upon  the  sleeping  form  a  big  desire  to  crush  it  to  his 
breast  took  hold  of  him,  but  he  conquered  it  and  quietly  tip- 
toed to  her.  His  fingers  played  upon  the  silken  silvery  hair— 
and  he  swallowed  the  lump  in  his  throat.  Barely  touching  the 

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The  American  Woman  37 

faded  cheek  with  his  lips,  he  whispered  one  word,  "Mother!" 
And  when  the  little  old  lady  awakened  she  clasped  her  soldier 
boy  in  her  arms. 

The  Angel  of  Love  turned  away.  She  smiled — but  there 
was  a  tear  drop  in  her  eye. 

To  the  East  looked  the  artist.  There  was  a  land  of  strife. 
The  marks  of  carnage  had  not  been  erased  and  the  fields  cried 
out  in  remorse.  Through  the  mire  and  the  stench  struggled 
thousands.  They  were  toiling  in  the  scars  made  upon  the 
face  of  Mother  Earth  by  the  hands  of  man.  Now  and  then, 
as  they  worked,  they  crowded  into  groups,  laughing  and  shout- 
ing. Love  looked  more  closely  upon  the  scene  and  saw — 
women — laughing,  joyous,  happy  women!  They  were  passing 
out  cakes — wholesome  looking  morsels  with  holes  in  their 
centers — to  the  eager  reaching  youths.  The  aroma  of  hot 
liquid  rose  on  high,  and  the  fast  disappearing  food  attested  to 
its  goodness.  But  so  fast  as  it  went  so  much  faster  did  other 
hands  roll  and  cut,  fry  and  sugar  more.  Who  were  these 
tireless  toilers — these  daughters  of  Eve?  The  Artist  looked 
again  and  saw  upon  their  basket  hats  golden  letters  upon  fields 
of  crimson — "Salvation!"  The  word  formed  upon  her  lips — 
and  she  smiled,  this  time  without  the  trace  of  tears. 

The  Artist  looked  into  the  West.  Huge  ships  were  being 
made  fast  to  their  moorings.  From  below  their  decks  came 
countless  numbers,  more  and  more,  shivering  with  cold  as  they 
crowded  down  the  narrow  lanes  into  spacious  buildings.  But 
from  these  they  soon  emerged  warm,  happy,  and  smoking. 
The  Angel  looked  beneath  the  roofs  and  saw  women ! — white 
clad  women — giving  to  each  of  the  khaki  clothed  men  cups  of 
steaming  hot  liquid  and  pencils  of  paper  clad  tobacco.  And 
with  each  gift  was  given  a  hand-clasp  or  a  smile.  Upon  the 
caps  of  these  women  also  was  emblazoned  an  insignia — a  Red 
Cross  upon  a  background  of  purest  white. 

And  so,  as  the  Artist  searched  the  four  corners  of  the  earth 


38  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

for  inspiration,  she  saw — women!  Young  and  old,  happy  or 
sad — but  always  toiling.  Fingers  that  worked  incessantly, 
lips  that  smiled  always,  words  that  cheered  ever! 

As  darkness  enveloped  the  earth  Love  the  Artist  turned  to 
her  canvas.  By  starlight  she  sketched — delicate  traceries, 
lines  of  intricate  skill.  And  when  the  moon  peeped  from  be- 
hind the  clouds  the  picture  was  ready  for  the  brush. 

With  deft  strokes  the  artist  carried  on  her  work.  It  was 
a  young  face  she  painted  there — and  yet  it  was  not  young,  nor 
was  it  old !  About  the  eyes  there  were  tiny  wrinkles,  and  now 
and  then  a  furrow  of  care.  Yet,  as  one  looked  more  closely  the 
face  was  wreathed  in  smiles!  The  eyes  were  large  and  placid, 
of  great  depth  and  expression — yet  they  narrowed  and  grew 
cold  in  silent  contempt  for  suffering — then  softened  and  be- 
came calm  again!  The  hair  was  golden,  then  black,  only  to 
change  again  with  the  light  to  silver  or  purest  white!  The 
hands  were  worn  hands,  hands  with  tapering  fingers  and 
beautiful  surety  of  touch!  The  feet  were  shod  feet,  yet  they 
were  not  shod!  Feet  blistered  and  aching,  marred  and  mis- 
shapen by  endless  treading — yet  they  were  soft,  and  well- 
formed — pretty  and  petite!  The  figure  was  clothed  in  silken 
garments,  yet  the  silk  turned  to  linen,  the  linen  to  khaki,  the 
khaki  to  rags,  the  rags  to  draperies  of  purity ! 

So  the  Angel  of  Love  worked  in  the  moonlight.  Upon  the 
canvas  she  put  a  living  figure  that  came  from  every  walk  in 
life.  From  every  nook  and  cranny  of  the  great  country  of 
democracy  she  gathered  characteristic  inspiration.  No  village 
too  small,  no  hamlet  too  remote — all  gave  some  little  helpful 
touch  of  color  or  feeling.  For  in  every  city,  in  every  home  was 
a  woman — a  woman  who  worked.  Who  gave — sometimes  her 
all.  None  too  young,  none  too  old;  all  working,  striving, 
suffering — smiling,  laughing,  crying.  And  when  the  figure 
itself  was  finished  the  artist  painted  in  a  background  of  thank- 
ful manhood,  clad  in  garments  that  had  seen  devastation  and 


The  American  Woman  39 

death;  faces  that  had  turned  away  from  home  to  take  the 
paths  that  must  lead  to  freedom  or  annihilation — faces  that 
now  smiled  in  gratitude.  And  then — what  must  the  picture 
be  called?  Into  the  myriads  of  letters  that  crossed  the  seas 
the  Angel  reached.  At  random,  she  drew  out  one  and  paint- 
ing upon  the  canvas  its  legend,  she  wrote: 

" and  if  it  hadn't  been  for  you,  our  women, 


who  gave  so  willingly  and  worked  so  gladly,  who 
cheered  us  when  the  days  seemed  dark  and  in- 
spired us  when  the  dangers  were  terrible,  we 
couldn't  have  gone  on — we'd  never  have  'gone 
thru!'" 

Your  loving  boy, 

The  sun  was  rising  in  the  East.  The  Angel  of  Love  had 
etched  the  last  touch  of  mastery  upon  the  canvas,  but,  as  the 
sun  rose,  it  cast  its  radiant  rays  upon  the  picture  and  kissed 
a  halo  of  sunbeams  about  the  head. 

And  when  God,  the  Master,  came  to  look  upon 
the  work  of  Love,  his  pupil,  He  said,  "It  is  so 
like  her  that  we  shall  keep  it  here,  to  cherish  her 
memory  forever  in  Heaven!" 


The  Doughboys'  Compliments  to  the  Navy 

RECENTLY  a  song  was  published  entitled,  Give  a  Little 
Credit  to  the  Navy.  The  boys  who  wear  the  olive  drab 
do  indeed  give  not  "a  little  credit, "  but  immeasurable 
praise,  to  their  comrades  in  blue. 

At  no  time  in  the  history  of  the  army  and  navy  have  the 
two  been  so  closely  united  as  during  the  past  few  years.  There 
has  been  a  closer  friendship,  mutual  sympathy,  and  a  clearer 
understanding  than  ever  before.  In  days  gone  by  it  was  not 
the  vogue  for  sailors  and  soldiers  to  be  seen  together,  much  less 
to  associate,  but  the  recent  war  has  changed  previous  customs, 
and  has  established  a  precedent,  a  new  bond  of  affection  and 
fraternity  among  men. 

It  was  the  soldiers  and  marines  who  faced  the  leaden  hail 
and  the  belching  fire  of  the  enemy  and  suffered  the  hardships 
and  the  treacherous  bogs  of  Flanders  mud.  But  don't  forget, 
it  was  the  sailors  who  landed  our  armies  safely  on  foreign  soil, 
and  made  victory  possible. 

There  has  been  little  praise  for  the  part  the  sailors  played. 
Constantly  exposed  to  the  lurking  submarines  they  were 
always  on  the  job.  The  trip  overseas  was  a  gloomy  voyage  for 
the  doughboy,  to  say  the  least.  Depression  over  leaving  home 
and  friends,  the  squalid  conditions,  the  cramped  accommoda- 
tions for  sleeping  and  eating,  and  seasickness, — it  was  a  hard 
experience,  but  through  it  all  the  sailors  solaced  the  men  and 
helped  to  create  a  spirit  of  optimism. 

On  land  or  sea  the  same  feeling  has  existed.  Often  a  dough - 

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The  Doughboys'  Compliments  to  the  Navy     41 

boy,  ort  leave  from  his  camp,  unfamiliar  with  surroundings, 
and  possibly  a  little  worse  for  wear,  has  stumbled  into  a  navy 
Y.  M.  C.  A.  or  club.  In  every  instance  he  has  had  a  cordial 
welcome  and  has  enjoyed  every  courtesy  and  privilege  of  the 
establishment. 

The  enlisted  men  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry  express  their 
deepest  appreciation  to  their  sailor  friends,  especially  those  in 
the  vicinity  of  San  Francisco  Bay  and  of  Hampton  Roads, 
Virginia,  for  the  courtesies  extended  them  during  their  sojourn 
in  these  naval  districts. 


To  the  Old  Regular 

NEVER  in  the  history  of  any  nation  has  any  organization 
been  enlarged  to  such  a  degree  as  the  United  States 
Army  during  the  present  war.    At  the  beginning  of  the 
war,  our  Regular  Army  consisted  of  36,000  men.    In  a  period 
of  eighteen  months  its  personnel  was  increased  until  it  had 
reached  the  enormous  figure  of  3,000,000  men.     That  is,  it 
increased  itself  83  times. 

Raw  recruits  from  every  walk  of  life  were  brought  into  the 
army  and  made  soldiers.  A  peaceful  nation  was  created  into  a 
vast  military  machine.  In  the  entire  process  there  was  at 
no  time  a  sign  of  weakness,  or  any  possibility  that  the  great 
chain  which  was  being  forged  possessed  a  weak  link.  The 
credit  for  this  remarkable  task  must  be  given  to  those  men  to 
whom  it  is  due,  and  while  we  are  singing  the  praises  of  the 
youths  who  volunteered,  while  we  are  decorating  the  brows  of 
our  returning  heroes  with  the  laurels  of  victory,  we  must  never 
for  a  moment  forget  the  one  man  who  made  this  victory 
possible,  the  old  Regular  Army  soldier.  The  youth  of  our 
nation  takes  pride  in  the  fact  that  when  the  call  to  battle  came, 
he  was  willing  to  go.  What  deeper  pride  than  that  must  the 
old  soldier  feel  who,  in  the  hour  of  our  nation's  need,  was  not 
only  willing  but  also  prepared  to  serve. 

Throughout  the  long  course  of  months  necessary  in  the 
training  of  our  army,  he  performed  his  task  without  a  murmur 
or  complaint.  The  gruff  old  soldier  has  drilled  recruits  in 
every  clime.  No  day  was  too  hot,  or  storm  too  fierce  to  daunt 

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To  the  Old  Regular  43 

him.  On  the  bayonet  field,  in  the  skirmish  line,  in  close  order 
drill,  in  the  gas  school,  or  on  the  road,  his  influence  was  ever 
evident.  Statesmen  may  devise  and  Congress  may  pass  selec- 
tive service  laws  for  bringing  into  the  service  millions  of 
citizens,  but  to  finally  mold  these  citizens  into  an  efficient 
fighting  machine  depends,  in  its  last  analysis,  upon  the  man 
who  has  already  become  a  specialist  in  the  stern  art  of  war. 
His  was  the  task  to  make  of  our  private  citizens  real  American 
soldiers  who  jest  at  hardship  and  never  know  defeat.  By 
example  and  precept  he  was  compelled  to  reconstruct  the 
attitude  and  habits  of  the  new  charges  to  conform  to  military 
discipline  and  precision.  As  the  world  stood  by  amazed  he 
accomplished  this  tremendous  task. 

With  the  period  of  war  just  ended,  with  our  success  so 
recently  burning  in  our  ears,  we  are  bewildered.  We  do  not, 
we  cannot,  determine  the  one  to  whom  the  credit  must  be 
given.  But  in  a  few  years  hence  when  the  story  of  this  wrar  is 
written  in  the  calm  page  of  history  and  the  heat  and  ardor  of 
battle  have  cooled,  those  chroniclers  of  our  military  experiences 
will  be  compelled  to  recognize  the  deserving,  and  they  will 
instill  in  the  hearts  of  the  American  people  an  appreciation  of 
these  men  who  made  it  possible  for  our  machine  to  emerge 
from  its  greatest  crisis  through  a  path  of  victory  and  honor. 


Nationalities 

WHEN  war  was  first  declared  by  the  Allied  nations 
few  dreamed  of  the  issues  which  were  to  become 
later  involved  in  the  great  struggle  for  Democracy 
and  the  preservation  of  humanity. 

Little  did  the  children  of  the  mother  countries  living  com- 
fortably amid  peaceful  pursuits  in  their  new  home  here  ever 
dream  that  they  were  about  to  be  plunged  into  the  most  awful 
cataclysm  of  bloodshed  and  suffering  that  the  world  had  ever 
seen.  But,  true  to  the  principles  on  which  the  Allied  nations 
had  based  their  faith,  ready  to  sacrifice  their  all,  these  off- 
springs of  the  nations  uprose  and  swore  their  allegiance  to  the 
great  cause. 

They  were  needed.  Their  country  needed  them,  and  they 
were  quick  to  grasp  the  meaning  of  the  terrible  consequences, 
should  the  invader  succeed.  They  were  needed  to  save  the 
homes  of  their  kindred  and  loved  ones.  It  was  a  fight  for  self- 
preservation  and  the  cries  of  the  mother  lands  rose  loud  above 
the  din  of  battle  for  help  against  those  who  were  trying  to 
destroy  civilization. 

Across  the  broad  expanses  these  cries  were  heard  by  their 
sons  far  away  in  the  land  of  freedom  where  they  had  gone  to 
seek  fortune,  fame,  and  success,  but  always  mindful  of  their 
love  for  the  mother  country,  always  ready  to  help  the  folks  at 
home. 

But  they  were  no  longer  living  in  their  own  countries. 
They  were  in  a  strange  land,  learning  a  foreign  tongue;  most 

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Nationalities  45 

of  them  had  sworn  allegiance  to  the  country  which  gave  them 
their  livelihood.  They  were  Americans  and  their  first  duty 
was  to  America.  And  finally  when  America  accepted  the 
gage  of  battle,  their  chance  had  come. 

Fraternity,  Democracy.  They  sound  big.  They  are  big, 
greater  than  we  know. 

An  army  of  three  and  a  half  millions  of  men  was  drawn 
from  every  race  and  nation,  from  every  country  within  the 
known  confines  of  the  world.  Three  and  a  half  millions, 
brothers,  men  willing  to  lay  down  their  lives  that  freedom  shall 
not  perish  from  the  earth. 

Red,  white,  black,  or  yellow,  rich  or  poor,  all  Americans, 
eating  together,  sleeping  together,  working  together,  broke  to- 
gether, ready  to  go  to  hell  together;  determined  to  do  or  die. 
There  was  the  spirit  that  made  the  Republic  possible;  the 
spirit  of  the  American  Army. 

Banker  or  banker's  son,  baker  or  baker's  son,  when  they 
put  on  the  olive  drab  they  are  one.  No  ostentatious  display 
of  wealth.  You're  broke?  That  is  all  right,  the  other  fellow 
has  money.  You're  out  of  tobacco?  Never  mind,  someone 
else  has  some.  No  place  to  go?  Well,  the  other  fellow  will 
take  you  with  him.  That  is  camp  life. 

They  called  Tony  "Dago,"  "Wop";  he  wears  his  Ser- 
geant's chevrons  now,  but  we  do  not.  We  call  him  "Tony" 
still,  but  now  we  know  his  worth.  "Dago"  and  "Wop"  were 
in  our  rookie  days. 

Charley  the  cook;  we  called  him  "Chink";  but  that  was  in 
our  rookie  days,  too.  A  wife,  two  children,  and  a  business 
meant  nothing  to  him  when  he  heard  the  call  to  arms  of  his 
adopted  land. 

"Chief" — yes.  He  is  an  Indian,  an  American  and  a  good 
one.  A  graduate  of  one  of  our  State  Agricultural  Colleges. 
A  big  farm,  standing  crops  he  left,  and  yet  you  won't  find  a 
claim  for  exemption  in  his  record. 


46  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

We  have  in  one  of  the  companies  of  our  Regiment  a 
Mexican,  a  would-be  "conscientious  objector."  The  fellows 
undertook  to  do  a  little  missionary  work  and  add  the  heathen 
unto  the  inheritance.  He  is  a  reformed  man  now,  and  a  good 
soldier  too. 

Danes,  Norwegians,  Swedes  there  are,  too,  representatives 
of  the  Scandinavian  Triumvirate,  lots  of  them,  loyal  sons,  and 
good  soldiers. 

With  us  are  Bohemians,  Dalmatians,  men  from  the  op- 
pressed provinces  of  the  Central  Powers;  they  were  not  citizens, 
they  were  not  compelled  to  go  to  war.  Citizens  now  and  sol- 
diers, fighting  beside  their  adopted  brothers.  They  have  seen 
the  vision  of  Fraternity  and  Democracy. 

Guam,  Hawaii,  the  Philippines,  Porto  Rico,  and  Samoa, 
our  possessions  of  a  decade  have  responded  like  those  of  a 
century. 

"The  spell  of  the  Yukon"  is  broken.  The  "Sourdoughs" 
have  abandoned  their  sluice-boxes  and  pans  to  fight  not  for 
gold,  but  the  golden  light  of  Liberty. 

We  see  the  stalwart  sons  of  the  South  in  the  front  ranks  of 
our  forces  that  the  great  fight  which  made  them  free  should  not 
have  been  fought  in  vain. 

They  have  all  done  their  part,  and  by  dint  of  hard  labor, 
diligent  attention  to  the  task  in  hand,  loyalty  to  the  cause,  and 
unceasing  effort,  have  built  a  reputation  for  themselves  that 
will  be  to  their  everlasting  credit.  No  matter  what  national- 
ity, no  matter  what  color,  they  were  all  for  the  cause  and  gave 
the  best  that  was  in  them. 

After  six  months  in  the  army  we  have  learned  to  know  our 
adopted  brethren  and  to  appreciate  them.  We  have  learned 
to  know  the  other  fellow,  and  his  worth.  By  knowing  them 
we  have  learned  to  know  ourselves.  Fraternity  and  De- 
mocracy are  no  longer  merely  words  or  ideas,  but  working 
principles, 


Americans  All! 

WHEN  war  was  declared  against  Germany  the  great 
machinery  was  set  in  motion  that  was  to  take  men 
from  peace-time  pursuits,  and  make  them  into  the 
greatest  army  that  history  has  ever  known.  The  world  was 
dubious,  Germany  scoffed.  To  make  over  the  boys  of  a  peace- 
ful nation  into  warlike  men  was  impossible,  according  to  the 
German  high  command.  Theoretically,  they  were  right !  But 
practically,  they  were  wrong,  very  wrong,  as  recent  events 
have  since  proved.  Had  the  enemy  taken  into  consideration 
the  thoughts  and  ideals  of  the  American  people  and  not  merely 
their  own  psychological  theories  they  might  have  come  to  a 
different  conclusion,  and  history  might  have  been  written 
differently.  But  the  same  brains  that  conceived  insidious 
propaganda,  that  regarded  treaties  as  scraps  of  paper,  that 
devastated  homes  and  denied  women,  that  sunk  without  trace, 
that  fought  with  the  weapons  and  the  methods  of  barbarism, 
that  made  the  name  of  Christianity  a  mockery  to  the  heathen, 
— those  brains  did  not  conceive  the  "spirit"  and  the  inex- 
plainable  something  which  lives  in  the  breasts  and  the  hearts 
of  Americans.  That  is  what  broke  the  Prussian  line  at 
Chateau-Thierry ;  that  is  what  reduced  the  Saint  Mihiel  salient; 
that  is  what  cleared  the  Argonne  Forest;  and  that  is  what 
went  through  the  Hindenburg  line! 

Study  the  personnel  of  the  regiment,  and  you  will  get  an 
answer  to  that  question.  The  American  Army  is  composed  of 
many  brains,  many  bloods,  and  men  of  many  countries. 

47 


48  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

In  the  Personnel  Department  at  Headquarters  there  are 
tiers  and  tiers  of  filing  cases.  These  represent  the  elaborate 
yet  concise  system  which  the  War  Department  has  devised  to 
tell  instantaneously  the  material  of  which  the  regiment  is 
composed.  The  filing  cases  contain  cards,  marked,  lettered, 
and  tabbed,  notated,  classified,  and  indexed.  The  cards  tell 
each  man's  capabilities,  his  occupation,  his  birthplace,  his 
antecedents, — everything!  By  running  a  finger  down  the 
line  of  multi-colored  tabs,  covering  various  sections  of  the 
cards,  it  is  possible  to  determine  the  evolution  of  the  modern 
American  soldier. 

Architect,  actor,  auto-mechanic,  airplane  expert,  artist,  or 
accountant!  Baker,  business-man,  blacksmith,  bricklayer, 
bacteriologist,  boiler-maker!  Carpenter,  chemist,  cooper, 
crane-man,  concrete-worker,  conductor!  Doctor,  dentist, 
draftsman,  dairyman!  Alphabetically,  we  have  covered  but 
four  letters  and  picked  at  random  only  a  few  of  the  occupations 
that  are  noted  there.  Pages  and  pages  could  be  written,  which 
would  contain  nothing  but  a  list  of  occupations.  That  is  dry 
matter  it  seems!  Certainly  the  average  reader  would  find  no 
more  interest  in  it  than  the  ordinary  layman  would  find  in 
chemistry.  But  when  a  good  compound,  or  a  wonderful  article 
finds  its  way  to  the  market  everyone  is  interested  in  it.  Uncle 
Sam  had  put  into  existence  such  a  new  article — an  article 
which  is  a  revelation  also.  That  article  is  THE  AMERICAN 
SOLDIER.  We  can  hardly  conceive  an  undertaking  that 
would  level  doctor  and  drayman,  bacteriologist  and  butcher, 
teacher  and  tailor,  lawyer  and  lineman!  The  thing  is  too 
great,  even  too  sublime.  But  that  is  precisely  what  the 
American  Army  has  done.  As  we  go  deeper  into  the  matter, 
we  find,  now  and  then,  a  man  who  seems  to  have  no  place 
in  this  great  army.  For  instance,  Ice-cream  Manufacturer! 
Ethnologist!  Tentmaker!  Motion-Picture  Producer!  Farm- 
land Appraiser !  Tree-Doctor !  Yet  the  army  can  use  them  all ! 


Americans  All !  49 

The  United  States  is  a  vast  country,  so  vast,  in  fact,  that 
the  average  kingdom  can  be  lost  in  one  of  our  States.  Yet  from 
every  corner  of  our  country,  from  every  island  and  insular 
possession,  came  men,  giving  their  all  willingly  and  gladly — and 
competing  to  see  who  would  get  the  first  Boche.  There  were 
those  who  came  from  other  countries,  from  Galicia,  Denmark, 
Belgium,  Greece,  Holland,  Italy,  France,  Ireland,  Canada, 
Australia,  Sweden,  Prussia,  and  even  from  Germany  and 
Austria.  These  are  just  a  few  of  the  many  countries  repre- 
sented in  the  Twelfth  and  the*  men  are  justly  proud  to  be  a 
part  of  its  personnel. 

Yet,  the  more  we  think  of  these  various  elements,  classes, 
clans,  and  creeds,  the  deeper  do  we  become  involved!  Can  we, 
how  is  it  possible  to  take  such  a  mixture  and  make  a  "crack 
regiment!"  Ordinarily  it  would  be  a  gigantic  task,  but  not 
when  we  have  the  spirit,  THE  AMERICAN  SPIRIT! 

It  is  with  regret  that  we  are  denied  the  privilege  of  service 
overseas.  We  worked  with  zeal  and  fortitude.  It  was  our 
privilege  and  our  heritage  to  fight  for  the  land  that  gave  us 
birth ;  those  who  could  not  claim  American  Nativity  felt  a  free 
given  joy  in  shouldering  arms  for  the  flag  to  which  they  swore 
allegiance. 

Still  the  gold  chevron  will  never  adorn  the  sleeves  of  the 
men  of  the  Twelfth !  But  in  their  hearts  has  been  implanted 
as  great  a  love  for  their  fellow  men,  as  if  they  had  gone.  Through 
no  fault  of  theirs  were  they  denied  the  right  to  shed  life's 
blood.  And,  when  they  fade  away  into  everyday  life,  when 
the  magic  "Twelfth"  will  be  to  them  but  a  fond  and  cherished 
memory,  they  will  know  and  tell  that  they  became  one  in  all 
and  all  in  one,  that  they  felt  the  quickening  thrill  of  the 
"American  Spirit."  From  the  Crucible  thus  will  emerge 
Americans,  men  in  whose  hearts  there  is  the  true  understand- 
ing of  The  Stars  and  the  Stripes,  To-day,  To-morrow,  and 
Forever! 


"The  Dirty  Dozen" 

A  WARM  sun  shone  down  on  the  beautiful  Soldiers' 
Home  in  Washington/  D.  C.  Little  gray  squirrels 
raced  over  the  lawns  or  crawled  up  the  trouser  legs 
of  the  veterans  and  begged  for  nuts.  Seated  on  a  bench  were 
three  soldiers  of  the  old  Twelfth  Infantry.  Snowy  white, 
palsied  with  age,  one  of  them  blind,  they  were  telling  of  the 
days  when  the  Twelfth  ripped  open  the  Confederacy  in  that 
great  campaign  before  Richmond.  Fourscore  years  of  life 
had  not  dimmed  their  memories  of  the  great  conflict.  The 
battles  and  the  life  of  the  soldier  came  back  to  them  as  if  it  had 
all  happened  yesterday.  The  lapse  of  years  has  left  these 
soldiers  bent  with  age,  but  they  are  still  the  patriots  that  they 
were  in  the  sixties.  Uppermost  in  their  minds  was  the  present 
war.  They  wanted  to  go.  It  was  hard  to  make  them  believe 
that  they  were  too  old  for  service.  The  will  was  there,  but  the 
muscles  could  not  respond. 

When  told  that  the  Twelfth  Infantry  was  still  existent,  their 
bosoms  swelled  and  their  faces  were  illumined  with  the  fire  of 
patriotism.  The  ardor  of  these  men,  who  still  treasure  some 
of  the  stars  from  the  battle-scarred  flag  of  the  Twelfth,  was 
contagious.  We  were  carried  back  a  generation  when  they 
told  of  the  days  when  the  flag  was  fired  on,  when  the  call  went 
through  the  North  and  youths  dropped  everything  to  rush  to 
the  defense  of  that  flag,  with  only  weeks  of  training,  that  the 
United  States  might  be  one  nation,  the  exponent  of  democracy. 

There  are  eight  members  of  the  old  Twelfth  now  in  the 

so 


"The  Dirty  Dozen"  51 

Home.  They  are:  William  Cassidy,  Clark  A.  Crum,  Edward 
Faron,  William  H.  Krebs,  Stephen  McKenna,  James  B.  Patter- 
son, Harry  M.  Sherman,  and  John  Ellis. 

"The  Dirty  Dozen,"  they  were  called  in  those  days,  and 
history  states  that  they  could  fight.  The  Twelfth  was  known 
from  one  end  of  the  Union  armies  to  the  other.  "We  were  a 
tough  lot, "  said  one  of  the  vets,  "but  we  learned  it  giving  the 
Johnnies  hell." 

They  were  not  backward  in  telling  of  the  times  when  they 
were  not  victorious,  when  they  were  cut  up  and  beaten  by 
Lee.  Weldon  Railroad,  Antietam,  Cold  Harbor,  Poplar's 
Grove,  and  other  battles  furnish  material  for  volumes  on  what 
the  Twelfth  did  and  how  they  were  in  at  the  end  when  Lee 
surrendered  at  Appomattox  Court-House. 

William  Cassidy,  aged  seventy- three,  of  Brooklyn,  N.  Y., 
enlisted  at  Fort  Hamilton  on  March  8,  1864,  and  was  assigned 
to  Company  H.  General  Warren  commanded  the  Fifth  Army 
Corps,  and  they  saw  some  hard  fighting  in  the  closing  year  of  the 
war.  Cassidy  lost  two  brothers  and  his  father  in  the  Civil  War. 
"We  didn't  have  the  training  you  boys  did, "  said  the  veteran. 
"We  had  about  one  hundred  men  to  a  company,  and  after 
three  or  four  weeks  in  the  manual  of  arms,  we  were  pronounced 
ready  for  the  fray." 

"Remember  that  heifer  that  we  ran  down  and  then  fought 
for  the  heart?"  asked  Cassidy  of  Bugler  Harry  Sherman. 
"Yes,"  answered  Sherman,  "that  was  pretty  near  as  good  as 
the  time  we  robbed  the  bee  hives  and  set  the  Regiment  wild 
over  clear  honey." 

"You  recall  Sergeant  Eidlemeyer?" 

"Sure.  I  saw  him  fall  at  Cold  Harbor,"  said  Cassidy. 
"He  was  about  to  give  the  forward  command  when  a  bullet 
pierced  his  heart  and  he  fell  without  uttering  a  sound.  A  fine 
fellow  was  the  sergeant." 

Another  of  the  Twelfth,  Clark  A.  Crum,  Watson,  N.  Y., 


52  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

enlisted  December  19,  1862,  at  Elmira,  New  York.  He  served 
until  July  in  1865.  Crum  recalls  his  Colonel  as  Major 
General  Franklin  whom  he  characterized  as  a  fine  officer. 
Crum  was  wounded  slightly.  He  recalled  vividly  his  ex- 
periences at  Rappahannock  Station,  Mine  Run,  Wilderness, 
Laurel  Hill  and  the  battles  before  Richmond.  He  was  with 
General  McClellan  in  the  Army  of  the  Potomac  and  took  part 
in  the  bloody  battle  of  Antietam.  "We  whipped  them  there 
and  should  have  won  a  decisive  victory  and  ended  the  war," 
said  Crum.  "My  Captain  was  W.  S.  Franklin,  a  very  brave 
man."  This  soldier  was  a  sergeant  in  Company  F  and  was 
cited  for  bravery. 

The  trio  recalled  the  death  of  a  brave  man  from  the  Twelfth, 
and  the  story  has  gone  down  in  history.  The  wounded  soldier 
asked  to  have  his  knapsack  overhauled. 

"There  is  a  picture  in  there  which  I  would  like  to  look  at 
once  more  before  I  die.  You  will  find  it  in  my  Bible, "  he  said. 

"  My  mother  gave  me  this  blessed  Book  the  day  I  left  home 
to  join  the  army.  It  was  her  last  gift.  I  promised  to  read  it 
every  day  and  I  would  like  to  have  you  write  and  tell  her  that 
I  have  kept  my  promise.  Tell  her  that  I  have  tried  to  do  my 
duty  to  my  country  and  my  God.  Write  to  my  sister.  She 
is  a  sweet  girl — I  can  see  her  now — a  bright-eyed,  light-hearted, 
joyous  creature.  Oh,  how  she  will  miss  me!  Tell  her  to  plant  a 
rose  bush  in  the  garden  and  call  it  my  rose,  that  little  Eddie, 
when  he  grows  up,  may  remember  that  his  eldest  brother  died 
for  his  country.  They  live  away  up  in  Wisconsin." 

He  took  a  photograph  from  the  Bible.  It  was  a  picture  of 
a  dark-haired,  black-eyed,  fair-featured  girl,  and  he  gazed 
upon  it  till  the  tears  rolled  down  his  cheeks.  He  drew  his 
brawny  hand  across  his  face  and  wiped  them  away,  but  the 
effort  started  the  bright  blood  flowing  in  a  fresher  stream. 

"It  is  hard  to  part  from  her.    She  promised  to  be  my  wife 
when  I  came  home  from  the  war,"  he  said,  and  touched  it  to 


"The  Dirty  Dozen"  53 

his  lips  and  gazed  until  his  sight  grew  dim.  He  laid  it  with  the 
Bible  on  his  breast,  his  eyes  closed,  and  the  slowly  heaving 
heart  stood  still. 

Harry  M.  Sherman,  another  of  the  Twelfth,  saw  service 
early  in  the  war,  having  enlisted  November  9, 1861,  and  serving 
until  1864.  He  was  a  bugler  with  "G"  Company.  He  served 
under  McClellan  and  relates  interesting  tales  of  how  the 
Union  soldiers  passed  up  their  rations  of  hard-tack  and  pork 
and  foraged  the  country  through  which  they  were  passing. 
Standing  but  five  feet  four  inches,  Sherman  was  often  carried 
on  the  shoulders  of  his  comrades  when  fording  rivers.  Bugler 
Sherman  has  lost  his  sight  due  to  injuries  received  in  the  war. 

The  old  soldiers  of  the  Twelfth  are  fast  passing  away.  The 
time  is  not  far  distant  when  they  and  other  veterans  of  the 
Civil  War  will  have  gone  from  this  earth.  Their  places  in  the 
homes  will  be  filled  by  the  veterans  of  other  wars,  but  the  boys 
in  blue  will  always  remain  beloved  and  dear  to  the  hearts  of 
the  American. 


The  Chaplains'  Address  to  the  Outgoing  Men 

WELL,  fellows,  the  job  is  finished  for  you  now.  You 
have  stood  your  last  formation  and  now  you  are 
headed  home.  Your  army  life  will  soon  be  a  thing 
of  memory  and  experience. 

And  it  hasn't  been  so  bad  at  that,  has  it?  You  have 
found  some  bad  and  you  have  had  a  lot  more  good.  And  in 
the  days  to  come  you  are  going  to  remember  the  good  more 
clearly  than  the  bad.  The  months  you  spent  with  Uncle  Sam 
are  going  to  mean  a  lot  in  your  life.  Of  course  you  will  know 
how  to  do  K.  P.  for  the  good  wife  in  the  kitchen ;  how  to  put  the 
parlor  in  order  for  visitors;  how  to  build  a  gun  rack  for  um- 
brellas in  the  hall ;  how  to  keep  the  broom  and  rake  handy  near 
the  front  door.  You  will  sell  the  bathtub  and  install  a 
shower  bath  in  the  woodshed,  build  an  incinerator  instead  of 
keeping  a  pig,  and  one  thing  I  am  sure  you  will  do — police  the 
yard  daily  from  the  middle  of  the  street  in  front  to  the  middle 
of  the  alley  behind.  Teach  the  wife  how  to  blow  recall  on  the 
farm — bugles  will  be  cheap  now  that  the  war  is  over. 

Surely  we,  who  were  your  Chaplains,  are  not  going  to  forget 
this  time  together,  and  we  are  not  going  to  forget  you.  We 
have  had  some  great  times  together  since  we  first  came  to  old 
Fremont.  Those  friendly  hours  of  leisure  under  the  shade  of 
the  Chaplain's  tent;  the  boxing  and  wrestling  in  the  afternoon 
and  the  movie  shows  at  night;  the  joyous  sings  when  we  were 
starting  down  the  Long,  Long  Trail  we  knew  not  whither ;  and 
above  all,  those  services  of  song  and  prayer  out  under  the  open 

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The  Chaplains'  Address  to  the  Outgoing  Men    55 

sky,  where  we  got  strength  for  the  day's  battle  and  joy  for  the 
day's  work,  and  where  we  found  the  God  whom  Jesus  knew  as 
He  tramped  the  roads  of  Galilee. 

We  shall  not  soon  forget  those  crowded  days  of  quarantine 
at  Fremont  when  we  tried  to  look  after  things  for  you  across 
the  lines  and  when  the  confinement  brought  to  all  of  us  more 
knowledge  of  each  other  and  more  friendliness;  nor  the  dis- 
appointments we  shared  at  Camp  Mills;  nor  the  long  days  of 
work  and  waiting  at  Newport  News,  and  the  many  conferences 
together  over  things  at  home.  Nor  will  we  forget  the  trips 
out  to  the  rifle  range  at  Fremont;  the  long  days  on  the  troop 
train,  when  we  ate  and  read  and  marched  out  to  parade  before 
the  Red  Cross  ladies ;  nor  the  evenings  on  pass  into  New  York ; 
nor  the  trip  on  the  crowded  transport. 

We  have  all  gotten  a  lot  out  of  our  army  life.  There  have 
been  hard  work  and  sacrifice  and  disappointment.  Sure,  it 
was  not  a  holiday,  but  a  war  that  we  were  preparing  for. 
There  have  been  friendliness  and  unselfishness  and  courage,  too, 
and  we  have  found  the  joy  of  duty  done.  And  we  go  back 
stronger  men. 

This  must  not  be  wasted.  A  new  day  is  opening  for  our 
country,  a  day  in  which  these  lessons  we  have  learned  will  be 
needed.  You  have  done  your  duty  this  far  in  your  country's 
greatest  need.  But  your  work  is  not  finished.  The  work  at 
home  awaits  you.  The  good  people  there  wait  to  greet  you  and 
look  to  you  for  your  help.  We  know  you  will  go  back  to 
your  part — with  appreciation  of  the  spirit  of  self-control,  of 
service  and  of  brotherhood  in  which  during  these  months  you 
have  learned  a  man  should  live;  with  a  desire  to  help  make  our 
land  rich  and  prosperous,  just  and  merciful,  and  righteous  in 
the  sight  of  God;  and  with  a  faith  in  God's  purposes  and  God's 
readiness  to  help.  You  still  have  the  uniform  on.  Go  back 
in  the  spirit  of  a  soldier  and  carry  yourself  like  a  member  of  the 
Twelfth. 


56  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

We  shall  never  forget  you.  We  would  have  you  never  for- 
get us.  There  will  be  many  times  that  we  will  think  of  the 
fine  band  of  men  who  made  up  the  Twelfth,  and  will  be  proud 
that  we  could  work  and  serve  with  you. 

Go,  and  God  speed  you.  May  you  find  happiness  at  home 
and  speedy  success  in  some  good  work. 


Menlo  Park,  California 


King's 
Highway 
at  camp 
corner 


K.  C. 

Building 
and 
Liberty 
Theater 


General  Views  Over  Camp  Fremont 


Looking  south  toward  Stanford  University 


View  from  hill  south  of  Alameda  Road  showing  Twelfth  Infantry  tents  in  distance 


Corrals  and  hills  south  of  camp  where  Eighth  Division  maneuvers  were  held 


The    8th  Division 

To  the  Generals  commanding  our  Division  and  our  Brigade 
we  owe  a  debt  of  sincere  gratitude  for  their  untiring  efforts,  in 
the  face  of  numerous  disappointing  circumstances,  to  take  the 
8th  Division  overseas.  The  spirit  of  the  Division  through- 
out was  a  reflection  of  the  example  which  they  had  set  for 
their  officers  and  men. 

The  8th  Division  was  the  last  to  reach  the  Port  of  Em- 
barkation at  Camp  Mills,  New  York,  before  the  signing  of  the 
armistice.  The  Division  was  scheduled  for  immediate  sailing 
but  only  a  few  of  the  units  succeeded  in  reaching  France. 

The  following  are  the  organizations  which  formed  the 
8th  Division  Regular: 

8th     Division  Headquarters  Detachment 
1 5th      Infantry  Brigade 

1 5th     Infantry  Brigade  Headquarters  Detachment 
1 2th      Infantry 
626.       Infantry 
23d  Machine  Gun  Battalion 
l6th  Infantry  Brigade 

1 6th  Infantry  Brigade  Headquarters  Detachment 
8th  Infantry 
1 3th  Infantry 

24th  Machine  Gun  Battalion 
8th  Artillery  Brigade. 

8th  Artillery  Brigade  Headquarters  Detachment 
2d  Field  Artillery 
8 ist  Field  Artillery 
83d  Field  Artillery 
8th  Trench  Mortar  Battery 
3igth  Engineers  (Pioneers) 

320th  Field  Signal  Battalion  ijth  Mobile  Pigeon  Section 
8th  Train  Headquarters  and  Military  Police 
Sanitary  Train 
Supply  Train 
Ammunition  Train 
Engineers  Train 
8th      Headquarters  Troop 
22d     Machine  Gun  Battalion  Divisional 

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Two  letters  received  by  Colonel  Aloe  from  Major-General  Eli  A.  Helmick,  Com- 
manding Eighth  Division  Regular,  and  Brigadier-General  Hugh  Johnson,  Commanding 
Fifteenth  Infantry  Brigade. 


HEADQUARTERS   BASE   SECTION   NO.  5, 

SERVICES  OF  SUPPLY 
UNITED  STATES  ARMY  POST  OFFICE  No.  716 

January  23,  1919. 

MY  DEAR  COLONEL: 

I  am  glad  to  have  the  opportunity  to  express  my  appreciation  of  the 
excellent  work  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry  at  Camp  Fremont  while  under 
my  command.  In  spirit  and  go  it  was  a  leader  amongst  the  organizations 
of  the  Division ;  in  drills  and  instruction  it  displayed  an  enthusiasm  that 
made  progress  easy  and  rapid;  in  sanitation  and  order  its  Camp  was  a 
model. 

It  was  with  keen  regret  that  I  learned  this  Regiment,  together  with 
others  of  the  Division,  had  been  retained  in  the  States.  I  am  sure  had 
the  opportunity  come  the  Twelfth  Infantry  would  have  distinguished 
itself  in  the  service  of  its  country. 

ELI  A.  HELMICK, 

Major  General,  U.  S.  A.,  Commanding 
COLONEL  ALFRED  ALOE, 

Commanding  Twelfth  Infantry,  U.  S.  A. 


WAR  INDUSTRIES  BOARD 
WASHINGTON 

January  23,  1919. 

COLONEL  ALFRED  ALOE, 

Commanding  Officer,  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry, 
Camp  Stuart,  Newport  News,  Virginia. 

MY  DEAR  COLONEL  ALOE  : 

It  is  with  regret  that  I  learn  that  an  order  has  been  issued  disintegrat- 
ing the  8th  Division  and  the  I5th  Brigade  as  such.  I  have  seen  a  great 
many  organizations  of  the  new  army  as  well  as  of  the  old,  and  I  have  no 
hesitation  in  saying  that  I  never  saw  troops  that  equalled  the  two  Regi- 
ments of  my  Brigade — the  Twelfth  and  Sixty-second  Infantry. 

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Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry  59 

The  men  had  been  carefully  selected  for  physical  and  mental  qualifica- 
tions. They  were  mostly  young  men  of  a  very  high  standard  of  intel- 
ligence and  their  training  had  been  such  that  the  state  of  discipline  and 
the  spirit  of  aggressiveness,  loyalty,  and  patriotism  left  nothing  to  be 
desired. 

I  saw  them  under  the  most  discouraging  conditions  that  could  occur. 
After  six  weeks  in  quarantine  at  Camp  Fremont,  California,  they  were 
brought  to  New  York  for  overseas  embarkation  and  placed  in  a  camp 
accessible  to  the  city,  but  were  again  placed  in  quarantine  and  were  kept 
in  that  camp  for  two  weeks  under  the  most  miserable  conditions  of  rain 
and  cold  without  adequate  facilities  for  their  comfort.  During  that  time 
a  portion  of  them  were  placed  aboard  ships  to  achieve  their  ambition  for 
foreign  service.  Due  to  a  blunder  they  were  removed  from  the  transports 
and  thus  missed  the  last  convoy  that  carried  troops  to  France.  At  this 
juncture  the  armistice  was  signed  and  they  were  left  in  a  condition  of  dis- 
appointment and  suspense.  During  that  time  I  never  heard  a  grumble. 
The  absences  without  leave  were  almost  nil.  There  was  no  slackening 
in  the  vigor  and  spirit  of  their  drill,  of  their  attitude  toward  their  supe- 
riors, or  of  the  zest  with  which  they  did  their  work.  In  my  opinion  there 
could  be  no  more  severe  test  of  the  morale  of  an  organization  short  of 
actual  combat,  and  certainly  no  organization  could  have  gone  through 
such  a  test  with  a  better  record. 

With  very  few  exceptions  which  were  promptly  eliminated,  the  officers 
were  of  a  very  high  type,  but  what  I- have  said  of  the  men  whom  they 
trained  is  praise  enough  for  them,  much  as  they  deserve  praise. 

It  is  impossible  for  me  to  make  any  discrimination  as  between  the  two 
regiments.  I  can  say  sincerely  that  I  often  tried,  in  my  private  mind  to 
do  so  and  never  quite  succeeded.  In  some  things  one  excelled,  but  the 
excellence  was  in  every  case  balanced  by  some  excellence  of  the  other. 
They  were  both  splendid. 

Very  truly  yours, 

HUGH  JOHNSON. 
Brigadier  General,  U  S.  A. 


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HOME 

Far  beyond  the  distant  Rockies 

Where  the  sun  goes  down  to  rest, 
There  my  thoughts  are  ever  straying 

To  the  land  I  love  the  best. 
There  are  miles  that  lie  between  us, 

Still  it  seems  that  you  are  near, 
So  my  thoughts  go  drifting  backward 

Back  to  home  and  you,  My  Dear. 

When  the  night  with  all  its  shadows, 

Beckons  forth  the  silver  moon, 
Then  I  think  of  home  and  loved  ones, 

And  the  welcome  coming  soon. 
Now  my  work  is  nearly  over, 

The  happy  day  is  very  near ; 
Till  I  come,  my  thoughts  will  travel 

Back  to  home  and  you,  My  Dear. 

Thoughts  that  travel  ever  westward 

Toward  the  setting  of  the  sun, 
Where  the  Mighty  Ocean  surges 

On  the  Coast  of  Washington. 
While  as  yet  my  duty  keeps  me, 

I'll  be  coming,  never  fear, 
All  my  thoughts  turn  one  direction 

Back  to  home  and  you,  My  Dear. 

I've  seen  the  Nation's  fairest  cities, 

I've  seen  her  fields  of  waving  grain, 
I've  watched  the  golden  sun  a-sinking 

Down  beneath  the  rolling  plain. 
I've  viewed  the  wonders  of  Niagara, 

The  broad  Atlantic's  water  clear, 
But  glad  the  day  when  I'm  returning 

Back  to  home  and  you,  My  Dear. 


Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry  61 

FOR    LIBERTY 

He  was  summoned  in  the  Army  Draft, 

To  go  and  try  to  be, 
A  Soldier  for  his  Uncle  Sam, 

And  fight  for  Liberty. 

He  hit  the  Camp  with  spirits  high, 

And  vowed  he'd  make  them  see, 
That  he  was  good  material, 

To  fight  for  Liberty. 

They  took  his  name  and  tagged  him, 

And  asked  his  history, 
Examined  him  to  find  if  he 

Could  fight  for  Liberty. 

They  shot  him  in  the  arm  three  times, 

Which  had  the  tendency 
To  put  him  out  of  sorts  a  bit. 

'Twas  all  for  Liberty. 

The  uniform  and  shoes  he  drew 

Were  twice  as  big  as  he. 
His  hat  pulled  down  upon  his  ears — 

'Twas  all  for  Liberty. 

With  hair  cut  short  his  ears  looked  long, 

A  funny  sight  was  he. 
This  Rook  was  now  complete  to  go 

And  fight  for  Liberty. 

From  6  A.  M.  till  late  at  night, 

They  drilled  him  steadily. 
For  three  long  months  he  labored, 

Just  why?     For  Liberty. 

He  hit  an  eastern  port  one  day 

To  ship  for  oversea. 
The  Kaiser  heard  him  coming, 

And  gave  in  to  Liberty. 


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His  efforts  now  seemed  all  in  vain 

And  yet  Democracy 
Had  won  the  fight ;  and  all  because 

Of  millions  such  as  he. 

LA   FAYETTE 

In  our  Infancy,  ere  we  were  free, 
And  blessed  with  righteous  liberty 
Your  vast  and  comprehensive  soul 
Impelled  your  spirit  brave  and  bold, 
To  stake  your  all  in  sympathy 
For  fellow  men  across  the  sea. 

Heart  and  hand  and  soul  you  gave 
From  Hessian  hordes  our  land  to  save, 
Gallantly  you  joined  the  strife, 
Proudly  risking  your  brave  life, 
Till  liberty  was  rung  afar, 
And  every  state  a  glowing  star. 

In  history  you  won  a  place 
Beside  the  heroes  of  our  race, 
But  'twas  for  latter  years  to  prove 
The  uttered  tributes  of  our  love 
Not  idle  mouthings  soon  forgot 
Or  ecstacy  of  passion  hot. 

The  essence  of  this  self -same  foe, 
Oppressors  of  the  meek  and  low 
Your  country  fast  was  laying  waste 
Till  Yankee  armies  came  with  haste 
And  paid  in  full  the  lasting  debt 
To  you,  our  friend,  brave  La  Fayette. 


The  Presidio  of  San  Francisco 

SCARLET  and  orange-dappled  hillsides,  fragrant  with  the 
scent  of  cypress  and  eucalyptus,  the  blue  waters  of  San 
Francisco  Bay,  and  the  exhilarating  tang  of  the  salt  sea 
air  greeted  the  Twelfth  Infantry  when  it  came  to  the  Presidio 
in  May,  1917.  Upon  leaving  the  adobe  shacks  of  Nogalez  and 
the  parched  sands  of  the  Mexican  Border,  the  Regiment  was 
disintegrated,  and  of  the  old  Twelfth  Infantry  was  formed  the 
nucleus  of  the  present  Twelfth,  Sixty-second,  and  Sixty-third 
Infantry  regiments.  It  was  the  skeleton  of  a  regiment,  a  little 
over  a  thousand  men  and  a  handful  of  officers,  that  moved  into 
the  wooden  cantonment  that  had  been  built  along  the  Marina, 
on  the  site  of  the  Panama-Pacific  Exposition. 

We  look  back  upon  those  months  at  the  Presidio  as  "the 
good  old  days"  of  our  Army  career.  Some  companies  had  as 
few  as  fifty  men,  and  at  first,  under  Colonel  Sorley,  we  had 
drill  only  in  the  morning,  and  athletics  in  the  afternoon.  When 
Colonel  Taggart  took  command,  however,  the  drill  schedule 
was  made  a  little  heavier,  and  included  even  Saturday  morning, 
from  after  inspection  until  noon.  At  that  time,  to  be  asked  to 
drill  Saturday  morning  was  a  genuine  hardship.  What  would 
we  have  thought  could  we  have  been  able  to  peer  into  the 
future  a  few  months  and  see  ourselves  at  Camp  Fremont,  out 
at  the  Rifle  Range  even  on  Sundays!  At  that  time,  the  New 
Army  had  not  yet  come  into  its  own,  and  many  of  the  cherished 
prerogatives  of  the  Old  Army  were  still  in  force. 

On  the  whole,  drill  was  light  compared  with  the  intensive 

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training  which  came  later,  and  the  Western  Front  seemed  far 
away  from  the  Presidio  and  the  Golden  Gate,  when  we  did 
close  order  amidst  the  faded  glories  of  the  Dream  City  that 
had  welcomed  the  world  in  1915. 

No  longer  did  the  placid  depths  of  the  Fine  Arts  lagoon 
reflect  the  gay  dresses  of  the  sightseers  that  thronged  the 
Avenue  of  the  Nations  the  year  of  the  Exposition.  These  war- 
sobered  days  they  mirrored  only  khaki,  while  the  lofty  arches 
of  the  Palace  of  Fine  Arts  echoed  Reveille  and  Taps  all  morn- 
ing long  as  the  recruit  buglers  gathered  in  little  groups  beneath 
the  willows  to  practise  calls.  Perhaps  the  white-winged  gulls, 
who  had  grown  accustomed  to  the  sight  of  the  tourist-filled 
courts  and  the  plashing  fountains,  wondered  why  the  myriad 
fires  of  the  Tower  of  Jewels  had  died  and  who  was  this  strange 
species  of  olive-drab  mortal  that  had  sprung  from  the  ruins 
and  was  executing  such  unwonted  maneuvers.  The  plaster 
caryatids  may  have  marveled,  too,  at  all  these  strange  happen- 
ings, but  they  maintained  a  stony  indifference,  despite  their 
pardonable  astonishment  at  the  first-aid  attempts  of  the  novice 
hospital-corps  men.  On  warm  holiday  afternoons  the  shouts 
of  frolicking  doughboys,  turned  dolphin,  would  ascend  from 
the  waters  of  the  Yacht  Harbor,  until  the  Bowman  on  the 
Column  of  Progress  was  almost  ready  to  forsake  his  seaward 
vigil  for  the  pleasure  of  a  high-dive  from  his  lofty  pedestal. 

Although  the  Presidio  offered  rides  through  the  hills  and 
hikes  along  the  beaches,  if  the  soldier  desired  indoor  recreation 
without  leaving  the  post  there  were  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  buildings 
and  the  Red  Cross  Club  Room  in  the  Oregon  Building.  On 
Saturday  nights,  the  Brigade  Dance  was  held  beneath  the 
lofty  rafters  of  the  pine-facaded  Oregon  Building  and  many 
young  women  would  come  out  from  town  to  entertain  the  men 
who  were  without  friends  in  the  city.  For  those  who  wished  to 
spend  their  leave  in  town,  beyond  the  iron  gates  of  the  mili- 
tary reservation  lay  the  most  hospitable  city  in  the  world. 


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In  keeping  with  the  spirit  of  the  town,  in  whose  social  life  it 
plays  such  a  great  part,  the  Presidio  is  known  as  the  most 
liberally  controlled  Army  post  in  the  United  States.  During 
our  stay  there,  after  drill  hours,  we  were  permitted  to  go  and 
come  as  we  pleased,  and  no  passes  were  ever  required.  There 
was  no  check  at  Taps  and  the  only  restriction  on  our  liberty 
was  that  we  were  well-behaved,  and  returned  by  Reveille  the 
next  morning.  No  one  was  ever  known  to  take  advantage  of 
the  unusual  privileges  and  cases  of  A.  W.  O.  L.  were  rare, 
indeed. 

Thus  we  passed  the  summer  and  autumn  of  1917,  always 
expecting  that  one  week  or  the  next  would  see  our  regiment 
filled  up  to  war  strength  and  that  we  would  soon  leave  for 
France.  The  Thirteenth  Infantry  arrived  from  the  Philippines 
and  were  our  neighbors  for  a  time,  but  soon  were  ordered  to 
Camp  Fremont.  Came  Thanksgiving,  and  later  Christmas, 
but  still  no  orders  to  move,  nor  did  there  appear  to  be  any 
immediate  prospect  of  our  strength  being  raised  to  war  footing. 

Suddenly,  the  first  of  the  year,  when  we  least  expected  it, 
the  order  came  to  leave  for  Camp  Fremont,  and  one  cold, 
foggy  morning,  as  our  long  wagon  train  stretched  its  length 
along  the  highway,  with  many  regrets  we  said  good-bye  to  the 
Presidio,  "The  Home  of  the  Twelfth." 


Many  are  Called  but  Few  are  Chosen 

IT  may  not  be  too  much  to  say  that  most  men  came  to  camp 
at  their  Uncle  Sam's  invitation  with  more  or  less  definitely 
determined  ideas  as  to  their  own  value  among  the  many 
other  nephews.  Most  of  them  also  had  tentatively  chosen 
specific  jobs  in  his  service  for  which  they  considered  themselves 
best  qualified.  They  told  the  man  who  handled  their  classi- 
fication blank  all  about  it  and  he  put  everything  down  in  black 
and  white  so  that  it  could  not  be  forgotten  or  confused.  Then 
these  men  took  up  their  preliminary  military  duties  in  the 
cosmopolitan  atmosphere  of  the  casual  camp,  expectantly 
awaiting  the  day  when  they  were  to  be  carefully  selected 
and  transferred  to  the  particular  niche  they  were  to  fill  in  the 
wonderful  National  Army. 

Strange  thing  about  that  casual  camp  and  this  new  world  of 
khaki!  Differences  that  were  so  apparent  yesterday  in  civil 
life  were  now  lost,  or,  at  most,  become  incidental.  They  were 
all  just  men  now,  soldiers;  even  names  were  usually  replaced 
by  the  first  four  numerals.  Friendships,  elsewhere  impossible, 
began  to  spring  up.  As  soldiers,  men  began  to  realize  some- 
thing of  the  possibility  and  joy  of  a  world  fraternity.  But  also 
came  the  sickening  realization  of  individual  insignificance, 
each  man  but  a  tiny,  almost  negligible  cog  in  the  tremendous 
army  machine.  Then,  perhaps,  would  arise  a  feeling  of  un- 
easiness concerning  that  special  job  where  each  felt  he  would 

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again  be  able  to  regain  his  rapidly  submerging  individuality — 
so  he  waited. 

No  doubt  there  were  some  who,  now,  as  in  civil  lif  e,  did  not 
care,  to  them  these  first  three  weeks  were  of  no  particular  mo- 
ment. The  majority  regarded  them  as  the  balance  in  which 
their  military  fate  hung.  These  watched  anxiously  for  the 
not  infrequent  visits  of  officers  out  on  "assorting"  business. 
By  their  order  the  company  was  formed,  and  each  man  was 
questioned  pointedly  as  to  some  special  qualification  or  pre- 
vious occupation.  According  to  his  reply  he  was  abruptly  dis- 
missed or  retained  for  further  interrogation.  Then  later, 
perhaps  the  same  evening,  one  or  two,  or  maybe  more,  would 
announce  their  election  to  the  Hospital  Corps,  Machine  Gun 
outfit,  or  Military  Police  and  would  soon  leave  the  street  with 
their  bunks  and  bed  sacks. 

Usually,  by  this  time  the  unspecialized  man  had  begun  to 
worry.  Three  weeks  were  nearly  gone  and  he  had  neither  been 
called  nor  chosen.  But  he  was  not  left  long  in  uncertainty  for 
late  one  afternoon  the  order  came  to  fall  out  in  the  street  with 
everything  he  had,  barrack  bag,  blankets,  bunk  and  all.  An 
irregular  line  was  formed  and  along  came  a  half  dozen  Infantry 
Captains  as  their  bars  and  cross  guns  testified. 

The  little  dark  complexioned  officer  with  a  southern  accent 
signed  a  receipt  for  eighty  men  and  handed  it  back  to  the 
Casual  Company  Officer — Sold !  Weighted  down  with  barrack 
bag  and  suit  case,  "Buddie"  shuffled  off  toward  his  new  Com- 
pany. But  the  blues  didn't  last  forever,  for  in  most  cases  he 
quickly  found  his  place  and  soon  filled  it  full  with  real  man. 
He  was  glad  he  was  a  doughboy — he  would  soon  fight  in  the 
front  line  trenches  and  would  never  be  held  back  by  a  balky 
horse  or  a  heavy  cannon. 


Extracts  from  the  Diary  of  Fastidious  Ignatz 

Thursday,  May  5th. — At  last.  I  am  in  the  army.  Arrived 
here  about  one  o'clock  this  A.M.  Slept  remainder  of  nite  on 
train.  Some  guy  in  a  uniform  came  through  our  car  about 
four  o'clock  this  morning  with  a  horn  and  made  so  much  noise 
that  all  of  the  fellows  were  awakened.  Gosh !  but  this  army  is 
a  helluva  place.  A  bunch  of  hard  non-coms,  rounded  us  up  and 
chased  us  out  of  the  car  before  daylight ;  and  after  swearing  at 
us  for  about  half  an  hour  led  us  over  to  a  house  where  they  gave 
us  some  blankets  and  a  mess  kit.  Soon  after  they  said  break- 
fast was  ready.  We  had  to  line  up  and  they  gave  us  some 
black  coffee  and  some  slum.  The  stuff  tasted  like  slop  to  me 
and  I  threw  most  of  it  away.  After  we  had  eaten  they  lined 
us  up  and  made  us  wash  our  mess  kits  in  some  greasy  water 
and  I  had  to  get  my  hands  all  wet  and  dirty.  I'll  be  glad  when 
they  get  some  real  dishes.  This  afternoon  they  gave  us  a 
white  sack  and  made  us  go  over  to  a  big  straw  pile  and  fill 
them  up.  One  of  those  hard  looking  non-coms,  told  us  the 
straw  ticks  would  be  our  beds  so  we  had  better  fill  them  up  full. 

Friday,  May  6th. — I  damn  near  froze  to  death  last  nite 
trying  to  sleep  on  that  straw.  Uncle  Sam  surely  doesn't  think 
much  of  his  men.  Just  think  of  a  decent  fellow  having  to  sleep 
on  straw!  One  of  those  hard  non-coms,  came  along  this  morn- 
ing and  made  us  get  outside  and  line  up  before  daylight.  A 
drum  corps  raced  through  the  place  apparently  making  as 
much  noise  as  they  possibly  could.  Tonite  I  am  tired  and 
sore  all  over.  We  had  to  go  out  in  the  hot  sun  this  A.M.  and 

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The  Diary  of  Fastidious  Ignatz  71 

run  foot  races  and  play  games.  Gosh !  but  they  treat  a  fellow 
rough  in  this  army.  This  afternoon  they  took  us  over  to  be 
examined,  get  vaccinated,  and  get  the  shots  in  the  arm.  I 
never  had  such  an  awful  experience  in  all  my  life.  After  we 
had  taken  our  clothes  off  they  made  us  run  the  gauntlet  of 
about  200  doctors.  These  doctors  made  us  do  nearly  every- 
thing. I  had  to  jump  up  and  down  1 50  times  so  that  they  could 
test  my  heart.  After  we  had  been  tortured  in  this  manner  for 
about  an  hour  we  were  vaccinated  and  had  one  of  the  doctors 
"shoot  us  in  the  arm." 

Saturday,  May  7th. — Oh  boy,  but  I  feel  bum  to-day!  My 
poor  arm  feels  as  though  it  might  drop  off  at  any  time.  That 
plaguey  shot  in  the  arm,  and  just  to  think  that  I  have  to  take 
two  more  yet!  I  don't  see  how  I  can  ever  live  through  it! 
Gee!  but  I  get  disgusted  here.  Some  of  the  fellows  are  so 
rough  and  cuss.  I'm  glad  the  folks  at  home  don't  know  about 
the  kind  of  companions  I  have  since  I  left  home. 

Sunday,  May  8th. — Well  I  believe  that  my  day  has  come. 
Tonite  I  am  about  as  near  dead  as  I  ever  expect  to  be  and 
not  be  under  the  sod.  They  chased  me  out  this  A.M.  about 
5  o'clock  and  told  me  to  hurry  up  and  get  to  the  kitchen  for 
I  was  on  K.  P.  I  told  the  non-com,  who  came  after  me  that 
I  was  all-in.  He  said  that  it  didn't  make  any  difference,  I 
had  to  go.  I  peeled  spuds  most  of  the  time  during  the  day 
and,  as  the  cook  said,  "while  I  was  resting"  I  washed  dishes. 

Monday,  May  gth. — They  took  our  good  clothes  away 
from  us  this  A.M.  and  gave  us  some  uniforms.  My  hat  fits  me 
like  a  soap  box.  All  of  the  hats  are  the  same  size,  though,  and 
the  non-com,  said  that  I'd  have  to  wear  it.  And  the  shoes  are 
such  large  things  with  spike  nails  in  the  soles.  I  told  the  non- 
com,  that  I  usually  wore  a  five  and  a  half  but  he  gave  me  an 
eight  and  told  me  to  shut  up  and  beat  it.  I  also  got  a  big  blue 
sack.  The  non-com,  said  it  was  a  barracks  bag.  In  the  big 
sack  they  threw  a  bunch  of  big  heavy  socks,  some  overalls, 


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shirts,  and  underwear.  The  underwear  has  long  legs  and  arms 
and  is  heavy  as  hell.  They  also  throwed  in  two  pair  of  leggins. 
Tuesday,  May  loth. — I  had  a  helluva  argument  with  a 
non-com,  this  morning.  He  came  along  and  tried  to  bawl  me 
out  because  I  missed  reveille.  He  also  tried  to  convince  me 
that  a  man  could  put  on  that  uniform  and  those  leggins  and 
get  in  line  within  three  minutes  after  the  bugle  sounded  off. 
I  told  him  that  it  was  impossible.  He  said  that  it  wasn't. 


Then  I  told  him  that  it  took  me  ten  minutes  to  put  on  the 
leggins  alone.  He  said  he  didn't  doubt  that  any.  He  also 
declared  that  I'd  better  make  better  time  than  that  in  the 
future  unless  I  wanted  to  be  put  on  K.  P.  for  the  rest  of  my  life. 
Wednesday,  May  nth. — Well,  I  had  my  first  drill  to-day  in 
those  damn  blue  clothes — I  believe  they  call  them  fatigue 
clothes.  Anyhow  they  took  us  out  this  morning  and  nearly 
killed  us.  We  played  some  of  the  roughest  games  that  I  ever 
heard  of.  We  had  to  run  foot  races  for  about  an  hour.  Then 
they  made  us  all  get  in  a  circle  and  stoop  over  while  a  guy  ran 


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around  and  hit  us  on  the — never  mind  where — with  a  strap — 
I  believe  they  call  the  game  "Bat  the  Fanny"  and  they  sure 
did  bat  me.  I  think  that  I'll  not  be  able  to  sit  down  for  a  week 
or  so.  After  a  big  bean  feed  for  dinner  we  were  rounded  up  and 
herded  out  to  a  big  field  where  they  taught  us  how  to  do  right  face 
and  about  face  and  forward  march  and  a  lot  of  other  silly  stuff. 

Thursday,  May  i2th. — Tonite  I  don't  care  what  happens 
to  me  any  more.  We  had  to  go  over  and  get  another  "shot" 
in  the  arm  this  afternoon.  I  got  sick  after  I  got  inside  of  the 
building  when  I  thought  about  the  last  time  and  fainted. 
When  I  came  to  a  little  later  I  got  up  and  beat  it  out  of  the 
building,  thinking  that  I  had  been  given  the  once  over  and 
hadn't  been  "shot."  But  when  I  got  outside  all  of  the  guys 
were  laughing  at  me.  I  found  out  later  that  the  doctor  had 
stuck  that  needle  into  my  arm  while  I  was  down  and  out. 

Friday,  May  ijth. — Friday  the  I3th.  Gee!  but  to-day  has 
been  a  jinx  to  me.  My  arm  has  hurt  me  horribly  bad  all  day 
and  this  afternoon  the  non-coms,  gave  us  some  scrubbing 
brushes  and  some  soap  and  told  us  to  wash  up  our  clothes  and 
be  ready  for  inspection  to-morrow  morning.  I  had  to  take  my 
old  dirty  clothes  down  to  the  bathhouse  and  scrub  on  them  for 
about  two  hours.  Even  at  that  they  don't  look  any  better 
right  now  than  they  did.  The  non-coms,  told  us  that  we  had 
better  be  all  ready  for  inspection  in  the  morning  for  the  officers 
were  very  strict  and  might  give  us  Sunday  K.  P.  One  of  them 
told  me  too  that  I  ought  to  be  on  K.  P.  anyhow,  for  I  was  no 
good  at  soldiering,  and  never  would  be,  for,  he  said,  I'm  too 
awkward. 

Saturday,  May  iflh. — This  morning  we  had  that  awful 
inspection  and  my  stuff  wasn't  laid  out  just  right  on  my  bed 
and  the  captain  said  as  a  punishment  I'd  have  to  peel  spuds 
all  day  to-morrow.  Gee!  It's  awful  here.  We  don't  get 
Saturday  afternoon  off  or  anything.  And  just  to  think  that 
I'll  have  to  work  in  the  kitchen  all  day  to-morrow  in  the  heat 


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and  the  grease.  It  makes  me  disgusted  to  think  about  it.  I'll 
never  be  able  to  get  my  hands  clean  again. 

Sunday,  May  ijth. — I  had  a  sweet  dream  last  nite.  I 
dreamed  that  I  was  at  home  sitting  around  the  house,  playing 
a  game  of  tennis  occasionally.  Everything  seemed  so  nice. 
Just  to  think!  While  I  was  having  such  perfectly  wonderful 
dreams,  one  of  those  hard  non-coms,  came  along  and  kicked 
me  out  and  told  me  to  beat  it  down  to  the  kitchen.  Gosh! 
but.  this  is  an  awful  life.  The  big  cook  was  bawling  me  out  all 
day,  and  told  me  that  I  couldn't  wash  dishes  or  peel  potatoes 
worth  a  damn ;  and  I  told  him  that  I  knew  I  couldn't  and  was 
glad  of  it.  He  got  sore  as  hell  and  told  me  that  he  would  see 
that  I  learned  how. 

Monday,  May  i6th. — Bloody  Monday  in  the  army.  And 
it  came  very  near  being  a  bloody  one  for  me,  for  one  of  the  non- 
coms,  got  sore  this  A.M.,  while  he  was  trying  to  teach  me  how 
to  do  squads  right  and  halt  with  the  rest  of  the  fellows.  I  was 
scared,  and  my  feet  got  mixed  up  so  badly  that  I  could  hardly 
make  a  step;  and  the  non-com,  said  that  he  didn't  see  how  I 
was  ever  able  to  make  a  living  before  I  came  into  the  army; 
and  when  I  told  him  what  I  used  to  do  and  how  much  money 
I  made  in  civil  life  he  was  mad  as  the  devil  and  threatened  to 
have  me  sent  to  the  development  battalion  on  account  of  being 
crazy.  I  came  very  near  having  a  fight  with  one  of  my  best 
friends  this  morning.  One  of  my  big  shoes  got  on  his  toe  and 
made  him  yell  like  the  devil. 

Tuesday,  May  ifth. — I  have  been  away  from  home  now 
over  two  weeks  and  haven't  got  any  mail  from  my  folks  or  the 
girl.  It  seems  that  everything  goes  wrong  all  at  once  in  the 
army.  I  think  that  I  could  serve  my  country  much  better  if 
I  would  stay  out  of  the  army  and  in  this  opinion  all  of  the  non- 
coms,  seem  to  agree  with  me.  In  fact,  more  than  once  they 
have  told  me  that  I  was  such  a  bonehead  that  I'd  never  make 
a  soldier. 


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Wednesday,  May  i8th. — To-day  they  tried  to  teach  us  how 
to  do  squads  right  and  left.  As  usual  I  got  bawled  out  a  lot. 
I  think  I  needed  it,  though,  for  my  feet  were  everlastingly 
getting  mixed  up  and  I  couldn't  keep  step  or  anything.  This 
afternoon  they  very  near  finished  me  when  they  made  us  do  a 
lot  of  double  timing.  I'm  getting  tough  as  the  devil  though 
and  one  of  the  non-coms,  told  me  this  A.M.  that  in  two  or  three 
months  I  would  have  some  of  that  fine  complexion  off  and  I'd 
be  hardened  like  a  man  should  be. 

Thursday,  May  iQth. — The  non-coms,  told  us  to-day  that 
we'd  get  our  third  shot  in  the  arm  to-morrow  morning.  They 
also  said  that  we  would  be  taken  out  of  this  hole  to-morrow. 
Gee!  but  I'm  glad  we're  gonna  leave  here  for  they  say  the  next 
place  won't  be  near  so  bad.  It  must  be  a  lot  better,  for  we 
won't  have  to  be  "shot  in  the  arm, "  or  anything. 

Friday,  May  2oth. — Tonite  finds  me  located  in  a  rifle 
company  here  in  the  I2th  Infantry.  Everything  seems  so 
different.  Most  of  the  fellows  here  have  been  in  a  long  time. 
One  of  the  non-coms,  of  this  company  came  up  to  me  this 
afternoon  and  told  me  that  as  I  had  a  sore  arm  I  wouldn't 
have  to  go  out  to  drill.  That  was  the  best  news  I've  heard  in  a 
long  time.  They  told  me  that  I  would  be  given  a  rifle  to- 
morrow morning,  and  would  be  dismissed  until  Monday  morn- 
ing, so  that  I  could  take  a  trip  to  San  Francisco.  Something 
seems  to  tell  me  tonite  that  I  was  awfully  lucky  to  get  into 
this  regiment,  for  they  say  it's  the  best  in  the  camp. 


Happy  Days  in  the  Kitchen 

JUST  five  hours  after  I  had  held  up  my  right  hand  and 
become  a  part  of  the  military  establishment  of  the  United 
States,  I  found  myself  knee-deep  in  potato-peelings.  It 
was  my  first  hitch  on  K.  P.,  and  it  was  also  the  beginning  of  my 
disillusionment.  Here,  in  humble  dungarees,  I  was  nothing 
but  a  common  scullion,  while  the  home-folks  were  picturing 
me  striding  about  some  cantonment  in  immaculate  khaki.  The 
more  potatoes  I  peeled,  the  poorer  opinion  I  had  of  the  Army. 
I  had  never  dreamed  that  there  were  so  many  potatoes  in  the 
whole  world.  Who  was  going  to  eat  them  all?  Had  I  not 
already  peeled  enough?  What  if  I  should  peel  too  many? 
Oh,  well,  if  there  are  too  many,  I  reflected,  I  suppose  they  can 
warm  them  up  and  fry  them  for  breakfast. 

The  bell  rang  and  the  men  filed  into  the  mess  hall  and  soon 
filled  the  tables.  The  K.  P.'s  had  their  hands  full  filling  and 
refilling  the  plates,  hurrying  back  and  forth  between  the  tables 
and  the  counter,  where  the  cooks  were  just  as  busy  dishing 
out  from  large  galvanized  iron  cans  mashed  potatoes,  roast 
meat,  apple  sauce,  and  tapioca  pudding. 

The  meal  was  soon  despatched  for  in  the  Army  you  do  not 
linger  long  over  the  tables.  Indeed,  any  disposition  to  after- 
dinner  talk  is  promptly  discouraged  by  the  mess  sergeant's 
curt  reminder: 

"What  do  you  think  this  is,  a  Hostess  House?" 

Our  work  was  not  yet  over,  however,  for  we  had  to  mop  the 
floor  of  the  mess  hall  and  then  a  sergeant  marched  us  into 
what  he  called  the  kitchen.  To  our  wondering  eyes  it  looked 

more  like  the  boiler-room  of  the  Mauretania. 

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Happy  Days  in  the  Kitchen  77 

"You  can  scrub  this  pot,"  snapped  the  cook. 

He  handed  me  a  scrub-brush  and  pointed  to  a  huge  pot. 
It  had  a  drain  in  the  bottom;  it  was  one  of  ten  cast-iron  pots 
used  for  cooking  meat.  The  longer  I  gazed  up  at  this  culi- 
nary monstrosity,  the  more  insignificant  I  felt.  If  they  called 
this  a  pot,  I  would  like  to  see  one  of  their  boilers. 

"All  right,"  said  the  cook.  "You'd  better  snap  out  of  it, 
if  you  want  to  get  out  of  here  before  morning. " 

The  one  cheering  feature  was  that  there  was  plenty  of 
material  to  work  with;  there  was  hot  water  in  abundance,  no 
end  of  good  yellow  issue  soap,  and  a  great  supply  of  scrubbing- 
brushes  and  dry  rags.  Many  of  the  recruits  were  Greeks,  late 
of  the  restaurant  fraternity,  who  naturally  felt  quite  at  home. 

' '  Gotold  job  back  again,"  grinned  one,  showing  hiswhite  teeth, 
as  he  began  industriously  to  polish  a  hundred-gallon  coffee-urn. 

By  eight  o'clock  every  pot,  boiler,  pan,  and  dish  was  spot- 
less. We  had  run  out  of  work  at  last ! 

"Well,  I  guess  this  place  is  policed  up,"  declared  the  cook, 
reluctantly.  One  of  the  recruits  started  to  leave.  "Hold 
on  there! "  yelled  the  cook,  "you  wait  till  yer  told  to  go,  do  you 
get  that!  That  reminds  me,  I  don't  think  we've  got  enough 
spuds  for  mornin', — wait '11  I  look." 

He  started  downstairs,  while  we  gazed  at  each  other  sadly. 

"Join  the  Army  and  see  the  world, "  said  a  little  Irishman, 
who  earlier  in  the  evening  had  been  bawled  out  by  the  mess 
sergeant  for  lighting  a  cigarette  while  drying  dishes.  The 
cook  soon  returned  and  glared  at  us  savagely. 

"How  like  a  gorilla,"  whispered  the  red-haired  youth. 

"  I  guess  we  can  get  along  on  wot  we  got, "  said  the  cook. 

Joyfully,  we  laid  aside  our  dungarees  and  dragged  ourselves 
up  the  stairs  to  our  double  deckers,  where  we  were  soon 
stretched  out  at  full  length  on  our  straw  ticks.  There  was  no 
need  of  taps  for  us  that  night;  we  were  dead  to  the  world  till 
first  call  in  the  morning. 


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My  next  K.  P.  was  at  Camp  Fremont.  It  was  on  a  Sunday. 
If  there  is  anything  that  a  soldier  prays  for,  it  is,  above  all, 
that  K.  P.  will  not  fall  to  his  lot  on  Saturday  and  Sunday. 
While  we  were  at  Camp  Fremont,  all  men  who  were  not  on 
duty  enjoyed  week-end  passes  from  twelve,  noon,  Saturday, 
until  midnight,  Sunday.  San  Francisco  was  within  easy 
reach,  and  through  all  the  monotony  of  the  week's  drill,  every- 
one looked  forward  to  that  rest  in  the  city. 

This  week,  especially,  I  was  looking  forward  to  the  week- 
end. I  had  an  invitation  to  a  military  ball  at  the  Fairmont 
Hotel  and  I  planned  to  reserve  a  room  at  the  same  hotel  early 
Saturday  afternoon ;  once  provided  for  in  this  way  I  would  not 
care  how  late  the  ball  lasted. 

Friday  morning  came,  and  as  we  shivered  into  line  at 
reveille,  I  thought,  fondly,  that  I  had  only  one  more  day  of 
drill,  one  more  morning  for  inspection,  and  then  I  should  find 
myself  in  Powell  Street,  Union  Square,  and  the  pleasures  of  the 
metropolis!  The  K.  P.  detail  for  that  Sunday  was  not  posted 
on  the  Company  board  until  after  we  had  returned  from  drill 
at  noon.  But,  horror  of  horrors,  there  I  found  my  name  at  the 
head  of  the  list !  As  we  sat  in  the  mess  hall  at  dinner  I  could 
not  refrain  from  looking  back  into  the  kitchen,  where  one  of  the 
cook's  police  was  up  to  his  elbows  in  a  steaming  tub  of  dish 
water.  For  the  hundredth  time  I  said  to  myself,  "I  would 
rather  be  in  the  front-line  trenches  amongst  shrapnel  and  rifle 
bullets  for  a  week,  than  to  live  eight  hours  in  the  kitchen  with 
the  pots  and  pans. "  Verily  there  was  no  part  of  the  intensive 
training  of  the  American  doughboy  that  inspired  more  fer- 
vently the  desire  to  strafe  the  Hun  than  to  be  obliged  to  do 
long-point  with  the  broom  and  to  shoulder-arms  with  a  cake  of  ice. 

There  is  no  reveille  Sunday  morning,  but  I  had  to  get  up 
just  as  early  as  if  there  had  been.  That  was  the  irony  of  it. 
At  six  o'clock  I  left  my  warm  blankets,  donned  my  blues,  and 
reported  to  the  kitchen.  I  never  had  liked  the  looks  of  the 


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79 


cook,  and  this  morning  he  appeared  less  prepossessing  than  ever. 
His  small,  pig-like  eyes,  deep-set  in  a  fat  face,  reminded  me  of  a 
hippopotamus  I  had  once  seen  at  a  circus.  And  I  was  to  be  at 


the  beck  and  call  of  this  creature  for  the  next  twelve  hours! 

"What  do  you  birds  think  this  is?"  was  his  genial  greeting. 

"You  want  to  snap  out  of  it — this  ain't  no  Casual  Camp. 

When  you're  doing  cook's  police  under  me  you're  due  in  this 


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kitchen  at  five-thirty.  Hey,  there,  you, "  he  bawled,  pointing 
to  me,  "get  outside  and  start  a  fire  in  that  sinyorita. " 

The  "sinyorita"  to  which  he  referred  was  the  incinerator 
which  burned  all  the  rubbish  and  at  the  same  time  heated  the 
water  for  washing  mess  kits.  The  incinerators  may  have  made 
a  splendid  appearance  on  the  blue  prints  at  Washington,  but 
they  accomplished  little  that  was  practically  worth  while  ex- 
cept to  consume  good  issue  fuel.  They  would  burn  up  half  a 
cord  of  wood  to  evaporate  the  water  in  a  pint  of  coffee  grounds ! 
After  several  fruitless  attempts  to  build  a  fire  in  the  end  of  the 
incinerator,  I  paused  to  think  things  over  and  see  where  the 
trouble  lay.  The  kitchen  door  flew  open  and  out  came  the  cook. 

"What  are  you  doing  out  there?"  he  bawled,  "playing 
solitaire  with  that  cord  wood?" 

He  looked  at  my  potential  fire. 

"Well,  I'm  a  knotty-headed  hound!"  he  declared  vehe- 
mently. "You  sure  are  a  prize  package  as  a  K.  P. ! " 

"What's  the  matter  now?"  I  asked. 

"Why,  can't  yuh  see  that  yer  tryin'  to  build  the  fire  in  the 
wrong  end  o'  that  'sinyorita'?" 

He  withdrew  into  the  kitchen  in  disgust  and  I  found  now 
that  I  had  the  key  to  this  mysterious  looking  brick  box  that  I 
could  really  start  the  fire.  I  had  tried  to  build  the  fire  in  the 
end  in  which  the  garbage  was  burned ! 

We  soon  set  the  tables,  and  then  one  of  the  K.  P.'s  went 
outside  and  beat  a  lively  tattoo  on  the  iron  bar  which  served 
as  a  dinner  gong.  With  a  wild  war  whoop  the  men  came  pour- 
ing out  of  their  tents  and  descended  on  the  mess  hall,  rattling 
their  aluminum  cups  and  mess  kits. 

"Ah,  biscuits!"  they  exclaimed  joyfully,  catching  sight 
of  the  heaping  plates  of  crisp,  hot  pastry;  but  their  tone 
changed  when  they  beheld  platters  piled  high  with  wienies. 

"Hot  dogs  again,"  muttered  everyone.  "I  thought  we 
ate  all  those  last  night!" 


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Then  began  the  usual  clamorous  shouting:  "Hey,  pass 
the  spuds!"  "Send  the  meat  down  this  way!"  "Oh,  K.  P., 
bring  us  some  more  coffee!"  "Hey,  there,  where  yuh  goin' 
with  that  plate?" 

Upon  all  this  din  broke  the  voice  of  the  mess  sergeant, 
"Meatless  Pete, "  as  we  called  him.  We  had  to  step  lively  to 
keep  the  tables  supplied,  and  when,  toward  the  end  we  refused 
to  take  the  dishes  with  the  assurance  that  there  was  no  more  of 
that  particular  dish,  we  got  little  thanks  from  the  men. 

"  Gee,  these  doggone  biscuits  are  like  lead, "  said  somebody. 
"If  that  cook  isn't  a  jungle  bird  I'd  like  to  know  who  is!" 

"Much  good  that  course  at  the  Cooks  and  Bakers  School 
did  him!" 

"If  anything, "  another  joined  in,  "I  think  he's  worse  since 
he  came  back ! ' ' 

"Aw,"  declared  another,  "he  did  nothing  but  K.  P.  up 
there." 

Good  cooks  are  difficult  to  find  outside  of  the  Army,  and 
in  khaki  they  are  fewer  still.  It  is  not  surprising,  for  few  cooks 
boast  any  better  qualification  for  wielding  the  soup-ladle  than 
an  ingrained  aversion  to  "Squads  East. "  Indeed,  both  cooks 
and  K.  P.'s  frequently  resort  to  the  kitchen  because  it  merely 
affords  a  refuge  from  drill.  Fortunate,  indeed,  is  the  Company 
that  boasts  a  cook  who  ranks  above  the  average  of  "hash- 
burners." 

After  the  Company  had  left  the  mess  hall,  we  ate  our 
breakfast.  The  biscuits  and  the  sausages  were  half-cold,  but 
we  knew  that  we  should  eat  dinner  and  supper  before  the  rest 
of  the  Company  and  so  we  drank  our  muddy  coffee  uncom- 
plainingly. The  K.  P.  has  one  advantage,  he  may  eat  as  much 
as  he  likes,  provided  the  cook's  back  is  turned.  How  delicious 
were  those  hastily  snatched  handf  uls  of  raisins  or  shredded  cocoa- 
nut,  and  what  good  sandwiches  we  could  make  with  the  cheese 
and  bologna  we  surreptitiously  purloined  from  the  ice-box ! 


Saturday  Morning  Inspection 

THERE  is  no  one  in  this  grand  and  glorious  army  who  does 
not  vividly  recall  his  first  Saturday  morning  inspection. 
No  matter  how  many  phases  of  soldier  life  we  may  re- 
member in  after  years,  inspection  morning  will  always  stand 
out  as  the  zero  hour  in  our  training. 

There  are  few  formations  in  army  drill  which  the  soldier 
does  not  take  as  more  or  less  a  matter  of  routine,  but  Saturday 
morning  inspection  is  a  serious  affair  and  demands  much 
preparation.  No  matter  how  much  time  and  care  we  have 
spent  perfecting  the  appearance  of  uniform  and  equipment, 
we  always  have  a  feeling  of  trepidation  as  we  take  our  places 
in  line  to  await  the  official  scrutiny. 

There  is  a  tension  all  along  the  line,  the  nerves  of  every 
man  are  taut.  They  fidget  and  squirm,  and  after  about  a 
thousand  years,  the  "top"  gives  the  command: 

"Fall  In!" 

Then  "Open  Ranks!" 

A  minute  later,  "Front!"  and  then,  to  the  soldier's  great 
relief,  "At  Ease." 

Still  no  one  really  is  at  ease.  The  soldier  knows  he  has 
scrubbed  his  cartridge  belt  until  his  arms  are  tired,  that  he  has 
spent  hours  cleaning  his  rifle  with  particular  care  and  that  the 
many  grooves  and  screw  heads  and  other  places  conceal  no 
dust.  He  has  used  yards  of  cloth  and  exhausted  his  supply  of 
oil  in  cleaning  the  bore  of  his  gun.  His  shoes  are  polished,  and 

he  is  absolutely  sure  that  there  are  no  buttons  missing  from  his 

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uniform.  He  feels  for  his  collar-ornaments,  they  are  properly 
fastened;  he  shaved  only  an  hour  before;  he  tries  to  think  of 
something  he  has  neglected,  but  he  cannot.  Hardly  has  he 
finished  this  hasty  mental  inventory  of  his  person  and  equip- 
ment when  he  sees  the  inspecting  officer  starting  toward  the 
company. 

Like  lightning  his  hands  run  up  and  down  his  person ;  a  tug 
here  and  a  pat  there.  He  adjusts  his  hat,  picks  up  his  rifle, 
gives  one  last  look  into  the  breech  when, 

"Company  Attention ! " 

The  cold  chills  run  down  his  spine  as  the  heels  click  and  the 
backs  stiffen. 

With  chest  expanded,  chin  drawn  in,  head  erect,  and 
the  sweat  standing  in  tiny  beads  on  his  forehead,  he  awaits  the 
dreaded  ordeal.  Away  up  the  line  to  the  right  he  hears  the 
snap  of  the  rifles  as  the  bolts  are  driven  home ;  the  triggers  click, 
and  the  men  come  to  "order  arms."  His  "Buddie"  in  the 
second  squad  has  not  spent  as  much  time  as  he  in  preparation 
and  he  is  sure  that  by  this  time  the  officer  must  have  passed 
him.  He  would  like  to  take  a  peep  to  see  how  his  friend  had 
pulled  through ;  he  is  sure  that  if  Jim  has  gotten  by  it  ought 
not  to  be  so  hard  for  him. 

Now  comes  his  turn.  He  can  hear  his  heart  beat,  but  tries 
to  remember  the  movements  he  is  expected  to  execute  and 
summons  his  fast  waning  strength  to  throw  his  rifle  up  to  a 
"port  arms."  His  actions  are  clumsy,  however,  and  he  is  told 
to  repeat  the  movement.  Visions  of  kitchen  police,  the  wood 
pile,  and  other  appropriate  punishments  for  an  unmilitary  sol- 
dier loom  up  before  him,  but  somehow  he  manages  to  open  the 
bolt.  His  rifle  is  rudely  jerked  from  him;  the  officer  squints 
down  the  bore,  spins  the  piece  around  a  few  times,  taking  in 
every  detail ;  and  with  a  crack  that  almost  breaks  the  soldier's 
fingers,  he  snaps  it  back  again  to  the  young  man,  who  has  been 
standing  rigid,  scarcely  daring  to  breathe. 


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With  fingers  that  seem  all  thumbs  he  closes  the  bolt,  snaps 
the  trigger,  and  his  firearm  crashes  to  the  ground.  Fortune, 
however,  is  with  him,  and  after  one  more  glance  from  the  officer, 
which  takes  in  every  detail  from  top  to  toe,  he  is  left  in  peace. 
He  heaves  a  sigh  and  feels  like  singing  or  whistling  for  he  has 
passed  the  test,  which  he  had  been  dreading  all  the  week. 
Now,  with  some  assurance,  he  can  brave  the  trip  to  the  orderly 
room  and  ask  for  a  week-end  pass. 


THIVEE  HOURS  SPENT 
ONTOUI\  GUN 


A  HALF  HOUR 
SHINE 


A  CLOSE  SHAVE 


POLICING  UP 


AND  THEN— : 


San  Francisco 

SATURDAY  afternoon  and  one  o'clock.  That  long- 
awaited  week-end  and  that  precious  pass  have  come  at 
last.  Santa  Cruz  Avenue,  the  broad  thoroughfare  that 
extends  from  the  State  Highway  through  Camp  Fremont  and 
loses  itself  in  the  trench  honey-combed  hills  is  one  river  of 
khaki.  Infantry,  Artillery,  Signal  Corps,  Hospital  Corps,  and 
Quartermaster,  all  are  hurrying  to  get  that  first  special  train 
for  San  Francisco.  Branches  of  the  olive-drab  stream  pour  out 
into  the  highway  for  half  a  mile  in  either  direction,  for  if  the 
soldier  does  not  care  to  take  train  or  bus,  he  need  only  stand 
along  the  highway  and  the  kindly  motorist  will  slow  down  and 
invite  him  to  hop  in. 

"Going  my  way?"  asked  the  open-hearted  Calif ornian, 
"we've  room  for  three  more  here ! "  The  back  seats  fill  up  and 
the  car  starts.  "I  guess  that'll  hold  her  down,"  says  the 
smiling  owner,  and  away  they  go. 

On  the  road,  khaki-filled  cars  pass  and  repass  one  another. 
The  California  sun  is  warm,  the  sky  blue,  and  spirits  are  high. 
Back  in  camp,  call  to  quarters  and  taps  will  blow  as  usual, 
but  until  Monday  morning,  at  least,  the  soldier  will  not  hear 
them.  In  the  City  of  a  Hundred  Hills  he  may  go  to  bed  at  any 
hour,  and  no  reveille  will  disturb  his  morning  slumber.  For 
twenty-four  hours  he  will  forget  "Squads  Right"  and  "Skir- 
mishers Guide  Center."  In  the  glare  of  the  brilliant  lights  of 
Powell  Street  he  is  secure  from  all  calls. 

To  the  man  in  uniform,  the  hospitable  San  Franciscan 

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86  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

throws  open  his  home  and  his  city.  No  mansion  too  palatial, 
no  cottage  too  humble,  no  apartment  too  tiny  to  welcome  the 
soldier,  the  marine,  and  the  Jackie.  "Won't  you  come  to 
dinner  with  us?  We'd  love  to  have  you!"  smiles  the  gray- 
haired  matron  who  serves  behind  the  counter  at  the  National 
Defenders'  Club.  "We  are  planning  a  drive  to  the  Beach  this 
afternoon,  will  you  come  along  with  us?"  asks  the  young 
woman  with  the  wind-blown  veil  who  has  dropped  into  the 
Club  to  get  some  of  the  boys. 

"Can't  you  come  to  our  dance  to-night?"  says  another. 
"My  daughter  would  be  delighted  to  have  you  come  home  to 
dinner  and  then  we  will  take  you  over  in  the  motor." 

The  soldier  is  perfectly  bewildered  with  the  invitations 
that  are  hurled  at  him.  Does  he  want  to  see  a  show?  The 
War  Camp  Community  Service  will  give  him  free  theater  tick- 
ets. Would  he  like  to  write  home?  He  may  find  free  station- 
ery in  the  lobby  of  any  one  of  the  many  hotels,  or  at  the  Service 
Clubs. 

If  he  would  like  a  good,  hot  bath,  a  real  bath  in  a  porcelain 
tub,  with  plenty  of  soap  and  towels,  he  need  but  go  up  to  the 
desk  of  the  Palace  Hotel  and  the  clerk  will  give  him  the  key  to 
one  of  their  guest  rooms. 

Is  he  hungry?  At  the  Canteen  he  will  find  all  sorts  of 
goodies  and  "Java"  with  a  "kick  to  it, "  at  a  price  within  the 
reach  of  thirty  dollars  a  month.  And  best  of  all,  it  is  served 
by  a  pretty  California  girl  in  a  fetching  Red  Cross  cap  and 
apron,  who  will  stop  and  chat  with  him  while  he  eats. 

The  gracious  women  who  offer  their  services  to  the  men  of 
the  Army  and  Navy  come  from  the  finest  homes  in  the  city. 
Gladly  they  lay  aside  their  furs,  satins,  frills,  and  ruffles  to  don 
the  simple  calico  and  linen  of  Service,  to  mother  the  fighters. 

Are  his  clothes  in  need  of  mending?  The  charming  old 
lady  in  the  green  wicker  chair  has  left  her  fireside  for  that  very 
purpose.  As  her  deft  needle  restores  the  missing  button  to  his 


San  Francisco  87 

shirt  sleeves  she  tells  him  of  making  gauze  dressings  for  the 
boys  in  blue  in  '61. 

There  are  two  National  Defenders'  Clubs  in  San  Francisco, 
one  near  the  Presidio  and  the  other  in  the  heart  of  the  city. 
These  canteens  are  the  home  of  the  man  in  uniform  while  he 
is  in  the  city.  They  are  open  from  eight  in  the  morning  until 
eleven  in  the  evening  and  are  a  clearing  house  for  all  the  invita- 
tions that  are  extended.  If  there  is  a  dance  at  the  Fairmont 
or  at  the  Palace,  the  announcement  is  posted  at  the  Canteen. 
If  there  is  someone  giving  a  garden  party  over  in  Oakland  or 
Berkeley,  the  invitation  is  telephoned  to  the  Canteen.  The 
lunch-counter,  the  pool  tables,  the  writing  desks,  the  check- 
rooms, the  periodicals,  and  the  comfortable  chairs  and  couches 
are  all  for  his  accommodation. 

In  the  Western  Addition  is  the  Enlisted  Men's  Clubhouse. 
This  is  the  Mecca  of  the  soldier  who  enjoys  dancing.  The  old 
Talbot  Mansion  on  California  Street  has  been  thrown  open 
to  the  man  in  uniform,  and  the  tall  mirrors  that  in  the  'Seven- 
ties reflected  the  high  collar  of  the  gallant,  and  the  leg-of- 
mutton  sleeve  of  his  dancing  partner,  now  catch  the  smiling 
face  of  the  doughboy  as  he  glides  over  the  floor  to  the  lullaby 
strains  of  the  "Missouri  Waltz." 

The  Y.  M.  C.  A.,  the  Young  Women's  Christian  Associa- 
tion, the  Knights  of  Columbus,  and  the  Salvation  Army  all 
contribute  their  share  toward  promoting  enjoyment  of  the 
soldier  and  sailor  on  pass. 

The  merchants,  the  theater  managers,  the  restaurateurs 
and  hotel  men  all  cooperate  with  the  rest  of  the  warm-hearted 
men  and  women  of  the  city  by  the  Golden  Gate  to  make  the 
soldier  feel  completely  at  home.  The  uniform  is  a  passport 
everywhere,  from  the  Cliff  House  to  Market  Street  and  from 
the  Park  to  the  Presidio. 


The  Army  Rumor 

ASK  any  doughboy  what  plays  the  most  important  part 
in  his  daily  life  and  the  answer  will  be — no,  not  chow, 
nor  drill,  nor  bunk-fatigue,  but  the  good  old  Army 
Rumor.  Nothing  ever  happens  in  the  Army  without  first 
being  rumored  at  least  a  week  ahead,  and  no  woman's  knitting 
club  has  anything  on  a  bunch  of  doughboys  for  starting  a 
rumor  and  keeping  it  rolling  the  length  of  the  cantonment. 

In  civilian  life  there  are  daily  papers  that  give  at  least  an 
approximate  idea  of  what  has  happened  and  what  is  going  to 
happen,  but  in  the  Army  there  are  nothing  but  rumors  to  tell 
the  soldier  what  the  Government  is  going  to  do  with  him  next. 
Nobody  ever  knows  where  all  the  rumors  start,  but  they  grow 
with  the  telling  and  run  their  course  with  a  generous  push  from 
one  squad-room  to  the  next. 

Of  all  the  rumors  that  do  everything  from  making  a  shave- 
tail of  a  buck  private  to  shooting  a  recruit  at  sunrise,  the  great- 
est of  all  is  the  Pay  Day  Rumor.  It  has  even  the  Rumor  of 
Moving  beaten  to  a  frazzle  and  gets  the  morale  of  a  Regiment 
quicker  than  any  German  gas  attack  ever  could.  It  usually 
puts  in  an  appearance  about  the  first  of  the  month,  with  the 
signing  of  the  pay  roll,  for  in  the  Army  you  always  receipt  for 
your  six  dollars  and  eighty-nine  cents  at  least  a  week  before 
you  get  it.  The  Pay  Day  Rumor  is  the  hardiest  of  them  all, 
often  lasts  until  after  the  fifteenth  of  the  month,  and  there  are 
times  within  the  memory  of  the  oldest  sergeant  when  it  has  run 
along  until  the  next  month. 

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The  Army  Rumor  89 

Monday  morning,  with  the  wienies  and  coffee,  your  buddie 
passes  you  the  good  news  which  has  come  down  from  the  other 
end  of  the  table,  "Yes,  they  are  going  to  pay  early  this  month; 
the  pay  rolls  are  all  in,  and  they  say  the  eagle's  going  to  squawk 
to-morrow." 

Everybody  goes  wild,  and  before  Assembly  the  whole  Regi- 
ment knows  that  there  will  be  some  tall  stepping  the  following 
week-end  up  in  town,  at  least  for  all  who  are  fortunate  enough 
to  be  able  to  side-step  guard  and  K.  P.  As  soon  as  drill  is  over 
the  wires  that  lead  into  the  Big  Town  hum  and  everybody  from 
the  Sergeant-Major  down  has  it  all  fixed  up  for  Saturday  night. 

To-morrow  comes,  but  still  no  long  green.  The  bugler 
forgets  to  blow  Pay  Call,  but  there  is  what  is  known  in  the 
Army  as  "Jaw-Bone  Pay  Day."  This  means  Canteen-checks 
drawn  against  next  month's  salary,  good  at  the  Post  Exchange 
for  soda  pop,  ham-and,  and  all  the  novelties  that  the  exchange 
carries  in  stock  but  nobody  ever  buys.  Some,  of  course,  let 
off  a  little  steam  at  the  punch-board,  ten  cents  a  punch,  and 
after  about  ten  dollars'  worth  of  chances  win  a  twenty -five  cent 
diamond  stick-pin. 

About  Wednesday  noon  one  of  the  wagoners  says  that  a 
clerk  at  Headquarters  told  him  in  the  barber-shop  that  we  are 
to  be  paid  to-morrow,  Thursday.  Thursday  comes,  but  still 
no  sign  of  the  paymaster's  tan-colored  car.  Soon  the  reason 
for  the  delay  is  out;  "K"  Company  has  balled  up  its  pay  roll, 
and  there  will  be  nothing  doing  until  a  new  pay  roll  has  been 
signed  and  turned  in  to  Headquarters.  Sometimes  the  intrica- 
cies of  Family  Allotments,  War  Risk  Insurance,  and  "Amount 
Due  U.  S. "  get  the  morale  of  the  Company  Clerk,  and  thirty- 
five  hundred  men  stay  broke  because  one  private  blundered. 

So  all  "K"  Company  is  called  up  once  more  and  each  man 
cusses  the  Company  Clerk  as  he  signs  the  pay  roll.  Now  that 
all  the  prescribed  Red  Tape  has  been  observed,  will  the  Pay- 
master disburse  the  long-awaited  kale? 


90  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

Patience,  men,  'tis  not  yet  the  zero  hour.  It  is  but  Friday 
evening  and  Rumor  says  that  pay  day  cannot  possibly  come 
before  Monday.  Why?  No  one  can  say.  It  simply  is  not 
done.  And  Sunday?  Pay  day  on  Sunday!  When  did  you 
leave  the  Casual  Camp?  Why  Sunday  the  Paymaster  will  be 
so  far  away  from  camp  that  you  couldn't  find  him  with  a 
search-warrant. 

Sunday  is  a  quiet  day,  spent  in  camp  at  the  Y.  M.  C.  A. 
by  all  save  a  few  plutocrats  who  either  enjoy  a  private  income 
or  are  good  at  hitting  blackjack. 

Monday  morning  dawns,  but  the  old  soldiers  say  that 
Monday,  somehow,  seems  to  share  Saturday's  unpopularity 
as  a  day  for  paying  off  troops.  However,  a  few  optimistic 
souls  persist  in  hoping  against  hope,  even  as  late  as  two  o'clock, 
despite  the  fact  that  the  Bugler  did  not  blow  Pay  Call  at 
reveille.  "To-morrow,"  Rumor  reiterates,  like  some  mono- 
maniac. Comes  Tuesday,  and  the  Sergeant- Major  says,  as 
he  tries  to  wash  his  hands  and  face  in  the  shower  without 
getting  wet  from  head  to  foot,  "They  may  pay  this  afternoon; 
a  pay  order  came  in  late  last  night."  This  statement  spreads 
like  wild-fire  and  all  the  blackjack  fans  are  preparing  for  the 
coming  harvest.  But  Tuesday  evening  comes  and  it  is  still, 
'To-morrow."  Anywhere  else,  everyone  would  jump  on  the 
next  man  who  had  the  temerity  to  start  a  rumor,  but  not  in  the 
Army.  The  last  rumor  is  just  as  likely  to  be  legal  tender  as 
the  first,  and  Tuesday  evening's  "To-morrow"  is  just  as 
enthusiastically  swallowed  and  passed  wildly  from  lip  to  lip 
as  it  was  when  it  first  started  the  week  before. 

Every  rumor  has  its  day,  however,  and  at  length  Pay  Call 
is  blown  Wednesday  morning: 

Pay  day !     Pay  day ! 

What'll  you  do  with  the  drunken  soldier? 
Put  him  in  the  guardhouse  'till  he  gets  sober. 
Pay  day !     Pay  day  ! 


With  the  Mule  Skinners 


Taking  no  chances 
on  this  one's 


Pershing's  shoes  need 
reinforcement 


"Two  pair" — you  win 


Capturing  a  reluctant  A.  W.  O.  L. 


The  Regimental  Exchange 


The  staff 

of 

doughboy 
merchants 


The  Twelfth's  Exchange  at  Fremont 


Exchange  Officer  and  his  associates  now  operate  private  taxicab 


The  Army  Rumor  91 

How  joyful  the  bugles,  how  exultant  the  drums;  the  glad- 
some sounds  reach  the  Companies  lined  up  for  reveille  and 
when  the  First  Sergeant  barks,  "Dismissed!"  the  troops 
burst  forth  in  a  prolonged  cheer.  The  morning  may  be  gray 
and  chill,  the  mush  may  be  burnt,  the  coffee  cold,  but  all  is 
overlooked  in  the  prospect  of  filing  before  the  Paymaster's 
table  in  the  afternoon.  "To-morrow"  is  come  and  the  Pay 
Day  Rumor  is  laid  away  until  next  month. 

Next  to  the  Pay  Day  Rumor  is  the  Rumor  of  Moving 
and  its  harbinger,  the  Rumor  of  Packing  Up.  Pay  day  can 
come  only  once  a  month,  were  there  a  hundred  rumors ;  but  in 
the  Army,  one  may  move  any  day.  This  rumor  comes  into 
one's  army  career  even  before  the  Pay  Day  Rumor,  for  from 
the  day  that  he  is  sworn  in,  the  wide-eyed  recruit  may  expect 
to  be  shipped  anywhere  from  Luzon  to  Archangel. 

November,  1917,  brought  the  prediction  that  the  Twelfth 
would  be  wearing  steel  helmets  by  February.  February  found 
us  at  Camp  Fremont.  France  was  still  far  away,  but  we  were 
hopeful.  We  were  still  a  skeleton  Regiment  and  the  target 
for  every  rumor  that  the  trade  winds  blew  in.  Nothing  was  too 
wild  for  credence;  some  held  that  the  next  draft  would  bring 
the  Regiment  up  to  war  strength  and  that  we  would  then  leave 
for  France;  others  declared  that  we  would  go  East  with  our 
nine  hundred  men  and  pick  up  the  others  at  the  Port  of  Em- 
barkation. 

At  last,  in  May,  we  received  our  first  contingent  of  drafted 
men.  The  Rumor  of  Moving  now  received  fresh  impetus, 
our  Regiment  was  up  to  war  strength  at  last,  and  after  a  few 
weeks'  training  for  the  new  men,  the  Twelfth  Infantry  would 
bid  farewell  to  California  and  the  United  States. 

Suddenly,  without  any  warning  save  a  few  premonitory 
rumors,  the  Regiment  was  recalled  from  drill  for  an  Overseas' 
examination.  Whoopee!  Ra-a-a-y!  The  Regiment  was  go- 
ing to  move.  It  was  a  veritable  feast  for  the  rumor-mongers ; 


92  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

all  the  old,  worn-out,  dusty,  moth-eaten  rumors  were  brought 
out  into  the  sunlight,  furbished  up  and  renovated  and  soon 
were  coursing  about  the  Regiment  with  all  their  old  form. 
But  stop,  a  new  rumor  was  born  on  the  spot,  the  celebrated 
Siberian  Rumor. 

Subsequent  events  amply  justified  the  instant  popularity 
of  the  Siberian  Rumor,  for  in  two  weeks'  time  the  majority 
of  the  Regiment  had  boarded  the  transport  and  the  Twelfth 
was  once  more  a  skeleton,  the  easy  prey  of  the  most  wanton 
rumor.  Some  said  that  we  were  to  be  restored  to  war  strength, 
but  soon  a  counter  rumor  developed,  one  which  everyone 
professed  to  ignore,  that  the  Twelfth  would  never  leave  Fre- 
mont as  a  regiment,  but  would  be  converted  into  a  Depot 
Brigade  and  would  supply  replacement  troops.  After  many 
weeks  of  rumors  and  counter  rumors,  the  Regiment  was  once 
more  raised  to  war  strength,  and  it  was  not  long  before  the 
recruits  had  developed  a  crop  of  brand  new  rumors.  Never 
were  recruits  given  stiffer  training,  never  was  discipline  more 
rigid,  the  work  of  six  months  was  accomplished  in  as  many 
weeks,  and  there  were  those  who  said  that  all  this  intensive 
training  surely  "meant  something." 

Now  came  the  period  when  Rumor  pinned  the  time  of  our 
leaving  down  to  the  very  month — next  month,  by  the  twentieth 
at  the  latest,  and  then,  after  the  uneventful  passing  of  the 
long-heralded  twentieth  had  thoroughly  discredited  that  rumor 
it  would  be  the  fifteenth  of  the  following  month,  and  then  the 
tenth  of  the  next  month,  and  so  on,  ad  nauseam. 

Then  there  were  the  counter  rumors  that  we  were  not  to 
leave  for  months,  but  to  which  only  the  pessimists  lent  an  ear. 
Some  one  had  heard  that  several  of  the  officers  had  taken  six- 
month  leases  on  houses  in  town.  "We'll  get  there  just  about 
in  time  to  police  up,"  declared  the  despondent  ones. 

Rumors  came  and  rumors  went,  but  the  hard  drilling  went 
on  and  everyone  felt  so  fit  that  he  fairly  ached  to  take  a  rap  at 


The  Army  Rumor  93 

a  Hun.  Soon  Rumor  turned  her  attention  to  weeks,  instead  of 
months,  and  the  Rumor  of  Packing  Up  became  vogue.  The 
Engineers,  after  a  dizzy  succession  of  rumors,  had  at  last  folded 
their  tents,  and  "like  the  Arabs,"  thanks  to  the  censor,  had 
quietly  stolen  away.  Now,  the  Artillery  were  packing  up,  and 
Rumor  had  it  that  the  baggage  of  the  Sanitary  Train  was  al- 
ready marked,  "CALAIS,  FRANCE!"  Someone  said,  too,  that 
someone  had  told  him  that  he  had  overheard  someone  who 
worked  at  Division  Headquarters  say  that  the  transportation 
had  already  been  arranged  for  and  that  they  were  waiting  only 
for  the  cars. 

Enter  the  influenza,  which  served  as  an  inspiration  for  fresh 
speculation  as  to  what  was  delaying  our  departure.  The  Ar- 
tillery soon  followed  the  Engineers  and  then  it  was  rumored 
about  the  other  regiments  that  the  Twelfth  was  packing  up 
at  last.  After  many  rumors  we  finally  turned  in  all  of  our 
mules,  horses,  and  wagons  to  the  Remount  Depot  and  boxes 
marked  "A.  E.  F. "  began  to  appear  in  our  Company  streets, 
our  possible  destination  became  a  source  of  conjecture.  Some 
said  "France, "  but  others  shook  their  heads  sagely,  and  said, 
"Siberia."  And  so  it  went  for  weeks. 

At  last,  Rumor  began  to  name  the  actual  day  of  departure. 
When  the  Chaplain's  tent  was  taken  down  all  the  old  soldiers 
solemnly  declared  that  that  meant  the  end;  the  Canteen  was 
still  doing  business,  however,  and  there  was  many  a  doubting 
Thomas  who  declared  that  the  close  of  the  Canteen  would  be 
the  one  infallible  sign  of  our  going.  Just  at  this  time  a  Peace 
Rumor  began  to  appear  regularly  every  Saturday  evening. 
Meanwhile  we  were  still  quarantined  for  the  influenza,  and 
the  possibility  of  quarantine  being  lifted  soon  grew  to  be  the 
most  fascinating  of  rumors.  This  rumor  soon  developed  into 
another  and  more  alarming  rumor  that  we  would  go  across  the 
continent  under  quarantine. 

It  took  almost  two  weeks  of  persistent  rumor  to  sell  out 


94  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

the  Canteen,  but,  phoenix-like,  it  refused  to  close;  some  civilians 
came,  put  in  a  stock,  and  the  Canteen  continued  doing  business 
at  the  old  stand. 

It  now  appeared  certain  that  any  morning  might  bring  our 
marching  orders,  and  if  any  of  us  knew  anything  about  the 
Army  at  all,  we  realized  that  it  would  be  early  morning.  One 
peculiarity  about  moving  in  the  Army,  whether  in  War  or  in 
Peace,  is  that  it  must  always  be  done  in  the  dead  of  night. 
Any  time  between  midnight  and  three  o'clock  in  the  morning 
(and  the  colder  the  morning  the  better),  is  considered  regula- 
tion by  the  best  authorities. 

We  were  going  next  Monday,  they  said  at  first.  Monday 
came  and  the  week  crept  around  to  Monday  again;  it  was  now 
time  for  the  Thursday  Rumor  to  make  its  debut.  And  it 
answered  Roll  Call  on  time.  Yes,  someone  had  it  from  some- 
body who  worked  in  the  Officers'  Mess  that  at  breakfast  the 
Colonel  had  told  the  Major  that  the  transportation  had  been 
arranged  and  that  the  First  Battalion  would  leave  Thursday 
morning. 

Comes  Thursday  morning  and  Thursday  afternoon,  and 
still  we  receive  no  orders  to  empty  our  bedsacks,  but  Rumor, 
brazen  as  ever,  says  simply,  "  Monday."  Not  until  early 
Tuesday  morning  did  Rumor  at  last  become  Reality,  packs 
were  rolled,  bedsacks  emptied,  tents  struck,  and  the  Fighting 
Twelfth  was  on  its  way  to  France. 

At  Camp  Mills,  Long  Island,  our  stay  was  one  wearying 
succession  of  rumors  of  going  over  and  rumors  of  staying  here. 
With  the  rest  of  the  world  we  heard  the  False  Peace  Rumor, 
one  rumor  of  the  Great  War  which  was  not  confined  to  the 
Army.  Even  after  the  Armistice  had  been  declared,  it  was 
still  rumored  that  we  were  going  to  France  to  relieve  veteran 
troops  over  there,  and  it  was  not  until  we  left  the  transport  at 
Newport  News,  Virginia,  that  the  Rumor  of  Going  to  France 
was  regretfully  laid  to  rest. 


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95 


But  it  enjoys  a  live  and  vigorous  successor  in  the  Rumor  of 
Discharge,  for  New  York  had  not  finished  tearing  up  paper  into 
little  bits  to  celebrate  the  False  Armistice  when  a  brand  new 
rumor  broke  out  in  the  training  camps — the  Rumor  of  Dis- 
charge. "I  hear  they're  going  to  let  all  the  married  men  out 
first!"  wails  Private  Jones,  who  had  decided  to  wait  until  he 
got  across  to  marry  a  French  girl.  "Yes,  I  heard  that  too," 
says  Sergeant  Smith  of  the  Hospital  Corps,  "but  it  don't 
affect  me,  for  I've  got  affidavits  and  a  wife  and  everything,  and 
still  they  won't  let  me  go.  They  turned  it  down  at  the  Port. 
I  guess  the  emergency  ain't  over  yet  for  the  Medical  men." 

And  so  it  goes,  the  men  who  have  patiently  lived  from  day 
to  day  and  month  to  month  on  one  rumor  after  another,  and 
still  did  not  get  to  the  Front,  will  continue  to  live  on  rumors 
until  all  the  red  chevrons  have  been  issued. 


Extended  Order  Drill 

SOME  years  ago,  back  in  the  Middle  Ages,  when  we  were 
young,  they  had  an  invention  known  as  the  cellar  door. 
We  do  not  believe  that  the  inventor  of  the  said  contrap- 
tion fully  appreciated  the  benefit  that  he  was  conferring  upon 
the  world.  For  it  may  truthfully  be  said  that  the  above  men- 
tioned door  brought  more  joys  to  the  hearts  of  our  American 
youth,  and  more  money  into  pockets  of  the  manufacturers  of 
children's  clothing  than  any  other  invention  that  has  ever  been 
presented  to  an  unappreciative  public. 

We  did  not,  at  the  time  when  we  were  indulging  in  the  de- 
lectable sport,  realize  what  a  great  advantage  would  come  to 
us  as  a  result  of  it.  We  did  not  know  that  we  would  ever  be 
soldiers.  But  we  may  now  truthfully  say  that  it  was  back  in 
those  days  of  childhood  where  we  learned  the  fundamental 
principles  of  that  highly  scientific  art,  knowledge  of  which  is 
such  an  essential  part  of  extended  order  drill,  known  as  sliding 
on  the  belly.  Elsewhere  in  this  volume,  we  have  in  terms  of 
great  force  expressed  our  opinion  of  the  persons  who  take 
advantage  of  a  recruit's  good  nature  and  force  him  to  use  his 
belly  as  a  rolling-pin.  All  that  we  have  said  there  is  applicable 
here,  and  much  besides.  The  only  limitation  that  the  reader 
need  place  upon  his  comprehension  of  our  feelings  towards 
what  is  known  as  "hitting  the  dirt"  is  his  own  imagination. 

As  a  sort  of  a  subterfuge,  to  hide  from  the  recruit  the  real 
purpose  of  it  all,  those  in  authority  have  devised  some  very 

elaborate  introduction  for  the  above-named  exercise.     Before 

96 


Extended  Order  Drill  97 

the  war,  they  used  what  they  called  old  extended  order  drill. 
They  had  a  great  variety  of  commands  by  which  the  squads 
were  supposed  to  do  what  is  in  military  terminology  called 
"deploy." 

The  platoon  leader  gives  a  command  with  something  about 
skirmishers  in  it  and  then  all  the  squad  leaders  promptly 
jump  out  in  front  of  their  squads,  wave  their  hands  around  in 
the  air,  and  then  immediately  everybody  gets  all  mixed  up. 
The  first  day  we  started  this  drill,  we  were  instructed  very 
carefully  as  to  our  respective  positions,  but  we  soon  found  in 
practice  that  no  one  ever  went  to  them,  so  it  did  not  take  us 
long  to  forget  all  about  those  little  details. 

It  is  in  this  drill  that  the  old  army  practice  of  passing  the 
buck  finds  its  most  excellent  opportunity  for  usage.  In  all 
the  months  that  we  trained  in  this  art,  we  never  once  were 
guilty  of  doing  it  correctly,  and  of  course  someone  must  be 
blamed.  There  are  always  plenty  of  others  in  the  platoon  to 
blame,  so  that  no  one  has  any  trouble  in  finding  some  fair 
comrade  to  whom  the  goat  may  be  slipped.  There  are  a  num- 
ber of  ways  to  give  commands  for  this  drill.  Sometimes  they 
yell,  sometimes  they  wave  their  hands  around  frantically  in  the 
air,  and  sometimes  they  whistle.  When  we  were  recruits,  we 
had  the  very  serious  intention  of  learning  the  meaning  of  all 
these  antics,  but  we  soon  found  that  the  ones  who  executed 
them  had  no  idea  of  the  reason  for  it  all,  so  our  minds  were 
relieved  of  the  responsibility. 

With  the  building  up  of  a  new  army,  it  was  found  that  the 
class  of  men  was  too  intelligent  to  be  buncoed  into  doing  all  of 
these  things  just  for  the  purpose  of  rolling  around  in  the  mud. 
So  they  invented  a  new  system.  They  call  it  "  802." 

It  is  even  more  complicated  than  the  old  system,  and  is 
therefore  even  more  misunderstood.  They  have  the  same 
various  methods  of  giving  commands  and  they  are  disregarded 
with  the  same  degree  of  equanimity  as  were  the  commands 


98  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

under  the  old  order.  In  fact  the  only  difference  between  the 
two  is  that  some  of  the  officers  thought  that  they  understood 
the  old  system  and  they  all  admit  that  the  new  one  is  a  com- 
plete mystery.  They  seem  to  take  a  few  more  turns  to  get  out 
into  a  line  with  the  new  system  than  with  the  old.  They  also 
have  what  they  call  "waves. "  We  never  understood  this  but 
we  did  not  care  for  it  because  when  we  think  of  waves,  it  re- 
minds us  of  something  going  up  and  down,  and  in  the  military 
world  there  is  always  a  chance  that  we  will  go  down  one  time 
too  often  and  not  come  up.  We  formed  in  lines  of  half  pla- 
toons and  in  lines  of  groups  and  in  several  other  sorts  of  lines, 
but,  personally,  it  seemed  to  us  that  we  could  have  gotten 
out  there  without  all  these  fool  commands  because  we  always 
got  all  mixed  up  anyway.  But  we  suppose  there  is  some  great 
advantage,  understandable  only  by  those  who  have  studied 
military  strategy,  to  be  able  to  get  mixed  up  scientifically. 

As  we  stated  before,  these  various  movements  were  only 
perpetrated  upon  us  for  the  purpose  of  hiding  the  real  purpose 
of  it  all.  That  was  to  make  human  caterpillars  out  of  us. 
For  some  of  these  young  lieutenants  who  have  more  recently 
graduated  from  the  cellar-door  period  and  whose  fronts  still 
have  a  little  of  the  toughness  remaining,  this  exercise  may  not 
be  so  bad.  They  may  even  be  able  to  enjoy  the  part  of  frogs. 
But  to  those  of  us  who  passed  out  of  that  stage  a  considerable 
number  of  years  ago  and  who  are  inclined  to  lean  towards  the 
state  of  corpulency,  to  be  compelled  to  run  about  fifty  yards 
and  leap  about  ten  yards  through  the  air,  and  then  light  on 
and  slide  a  distance  of  about  ten  yards  more  on  that  most  valu- 
able of  all  our  physical  appendages,  which  in  the  language  of 
the  street  is  known  as  the  stomach,  the  practice  can,  even 
in  most  moderate  terms,  be  described  as  damnable.  The 
amount  of  hide  that  was  taken  off  of  our  fronts  was  only  limited 
by  the  supply  with  which  our  Creator  endowed  us.  We  hope 
some  day,  when  we  grow  old,  to  be  able  to  extract  the  last  re- 


Extended  Order  Drill 


99 


maining  pebbles  from  our  anterior  portions,  but  we  have  our 
doubts,  owing  to  the  fact  that  our  family  has  the  delightful 
habit  of  dying  promptly  at  the  age  of  seventy.  It  has  its 
advantages,  however,  in  view  of  the  fact  that  it  will  never  be 
necessary  for  us  to  buy  an  emery  stone. 

Some  day  we  may  get  out  of  this  army.  But  we  wish  now 
to  give  our  solemn  assurances  to  those  in  command  that  our 
training  here  has  left  upon  us  certain  impressions  that  will 
never  be  obliterated,  and  not  the  least  important  of  these  are 
the  marks  of  California  that  we  annexed  as  a  result  of  the  many 
hours  we  spent  sliding  around  on  its  rocky  soil  under  the  guise 
of  extended  order  drill. 


Bayonet  Drill 

you  hear  me,  men?  The  first  thing  about  bayonet 
drill  is  to  be  hard.  Look  hard.  Look  like  me.  Look 
so  damned  hard  that  when  a  Hun  sees  you  he  will 
get  scared  and  run  away.  I  tell  you,  men,  that  bayonet 
work  is  the  hardest  work  you  ever  did  in  your  life.  You  got 
to  be  real  men  to  do  this  bayonet  work.  You  got  to  have  arms, 
legs,  and  guts.  I  tell  you,  men,  I  am  one  of  the  best  damned 
bayonet  fighters  in  the  United  States,  but  if  you  men  will  work 
like  hell  in  three  weeks'  time  I  will  make  you  so  that  you  are 
all  just  as  good  bayonet  men  as  there  are  in  the  country,  that 
is,  of  course,  excepting  me.  Now  I  want  to  hear  you  growl. 
If  you  can't  do  anything  else  you  can  make  more  noise  than 
anyone  else.  Now,  damn  it,  men,  get  in  and  fight!" 

It  was  with  these  pleasant  words  that  the  Regimental 
Bayonet  Instructor  opened  up  for  us  the  course  in  the  long 
steel.  We  had  been  in  the  Army  about  a  month.  All  we  had 
heard  was  how  hard  we  would  have  to  work  when  we  got  to  the 
bayonet  course.  We  were  all  pretty  nearly  scared  to  death, 
but  we  all  jumped  into  the  work,  tried  to  learn  the  positions, 
for  we  knew  down  in  our  hearts  that  some  day  when  we  met  the 
ferocious  Hun,  our  only  salvation  would  be  the  proficient  use 
of  this  hated  weapon. 

We  scowled,  we  growled,  we  howled,  and  we  stood  on  guard 
until  our  arms  were  sore.  We  snapped  the  rifle  up  until  our 
hands  were  bleeding.  We  crossed  over  until  our  legs  were 
exhausted  and  our  breath  was  gone.  The  first  day  we  had  only 


Bayonet  Drill 


1 01 


an  hour  of  it,  but  one  hour  was  enough.  They  told  us  we 
would  get  out  of  it  the  same  return  we  put  in,  and  if  that  was 
true,  we  certainly  should  have  received  a  lot,  because  there 
was  not  a  man  in  the  Regiment  who  did  not  take  up  bayonet 
work  with  his  very  heart,  body,  and  soul. 

The  same  story  was  drilled  into  the 
men  day  after  day.  Arms  would  tire  to 
the  breaking  point,  but  the  intensive  drill 
did  not  lessen.  Bleeding  hands  and  sore 
arms  were  so  common  that  we  became 
hardened,  and  tried  not  to  wince  as  the 
gun  came  back  into  the  raw  places  on  our 
hands.  The  weeks  that  follow  blur  in 
one's  memory  as  these  words  come  to 
mind:  "On  Guard!  Keep  your  bayonet 
at  your  opponent's  throat.  Damn  it, 
growl!  You  sound  like  a  bunch  of  old 
women.  Advancing  Long  Point!  Back 
to  the  guard  position!  Ground  your 
rifles  and  double  time  around  that  tree 
opposite  the  Hostess  House!" 

Back  to  their  rifles  they  rushed,  pant- 
ing from  the  run  and  hoarse  from  growl- 
ing. Seizing  their  pieces  as  they  came 
into  line,  like  a  flash  they  brought  them 
to  the  guard  position.  Two  lines  of 
trembling  men  exchanged  friendly  glances  as  they  gripped  their 
guns  and  breathed  heavily. 

In  the  days  that  followed,  the  drill  became  more  intricate. 
A  circle  was  formed  about  the  leader.  At  the  order  all  posi- 
tions of  the  bayonet  drill  were  executed,  the  advancing  long 
point,  short  point  and  the  jab,  or  any  other  strokes.  As  the 
instructor  struck  the  ground  in  front  of  the  man  he  wished 
to  call  into  the  ring,  the  man  charged  at  him  like  a  mad  bull. 


102  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

His  comrades  urged  him  on  with  a  low  sullen  growl  as  he 
fought  with  all  his  might.  They  yelled,  "Kill  him,  or  he'll 
get  you! "  as  he  tried  his  thrusts  at  the  circle  on  the  end  of  the 
parry  stick. 

The  direct  pull  back  of  the  rifle  brought  the  sight  guard  in 
sharp  contact  with  the  right  hand  at  the  butt  of  the  thumb. 
In  this  way  a  section  of  the  hand  was  kept  raw  all  the  time. 
At  every  drill  more  skin  was  knocked  off  until  many  provided 
a  bandage  to  be  worn  at  this  particular  drill.  Those  who  have 
gone  through  these  drills  will  carry  the  scars  to  their  last 
days. 

The  most  frequent  diversion  from  the  immediate  bayonet 
drill  was  afforded  when  the  leader  yelled:  "Follow  me!" 
Away  he  would  go  toward  a  tree  some  hundred  yards  away 
with  the  crowd  at  his  back.  A  crowd  of  hobnail  shod  feet 
pounded  a  double  time  around  the  tree  and  back  into  forma- 
tion. 

In  the  closing  days  of  the  bayonet  work,  the  finer  points 
were  taken  up  with  the  necessary  emphasis.  "When  you  get 
the  blade  into  your  opponent's  body,  pull  it  straight  back,  or 
you  can't  get  it  out.  Do  not  cant  the  gun;  run  the  blade 
straight  in  and  pull  it  straight  out,  or  you'll  break  the  blade  off 
and  some  fellow  will  come  along  and  run  his  bayonet  through 
you." 


The  Pack 

TO  the  mind  of  the  average  soldier  who  again  takes  up 
the  daily  routine  of  civil  life,  there  remain  vivid  mem- 
ories of  the  varied  experiences  of  military  training. 
For  some  of  these  experiences  he  will  have  only  pleasant 
memories,  while  for  others  his  mind  will  hold  only  thoughts  of 
hard,  seemingly  unnecessary  toil.  Under  the  latter  heading, 
it  may  be  safe  to  say,  the  full  field  pack  holds  an  indisputable 
leadership,  for  who  but  a  soldier  knows  the  labor  required  to 
successfully  handle  one.  Who  but  a  soldier  knows  how  much 
havoc  can  be  wrought  by  a  few  pieces  of  canvas  and  a  strap 
or  two? 

Even  before  he  has  fully  mastered  and  can  successfully 
manipulate  his  rifle,  he  is  handed  an  apparently  hopeless  tangle 
of  canvas,  straps,  and  wood.  It  is  not  until  an  experienced 
and  sympathetic  (?)  non-com,  lends  an  opinion  that  he  fully 
realizes  that  Sherman  was  right. 

Thereupon  he  is  initiated  into  the  various  items  that  go  to 
make  up  a  full  field  pack.  First  there  is  an  odd-shaped  piece 
of  cloth  that  he  is  told  is  a  "shelter  half";  after  a  brief  period 
of  wonderment  as  to  just  where  the  other  half  had  gone  to,  it 
is  explained  to  him  that  each  man  carries  half  a  tent  and  that 
what  he  thought  was  the  fish  pole  is  the  folding  tent  pole. 
Then  there  is  an  oblong  shaped  can  in  which  he  is  told  is  carried 
the  sugar,  coffee,  and  salt  for  three  days.  Being  accustomed  to 
eating  more  than  that  in  one  day,  he  is  not  at  all  enthusiastic 

over  the  outlook.     He  is  told  that  he  must  also  carry  two 

103 


io4  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

pounds  of  a  barely  digestible  compound  known  as  hardtack. 
However,  the  hardtack  is  not  given  to  him  at  first,  for  soldiers 
get  hungry  and  the  Government  wishes  to  be  certain  that  the 
hardtack  will  still  be  in  existence  if  he  should  have  need  of  it. 
He  has  half  a  mind  to  throw  sticks,  straps,  and  all  into  the  fire 
and  his  opinion  is  strengthened  when  he  is  told  that  he  must 
also  carry  an  extra  shirt,  a  pair  of  shoes,  an  extra  suit  of  under- 
wear, two  pair  of  socks,  shoe  strings,  several  towels,  a  mess  kit, 
soap,  comb,  and  blanket,  an  entrenching  tool,  and  of  course,  the 
necessary  tooth  brush.  His  demur  is  silenced  by  the  reminder 
that  later  on  he  must  carry  even  more. 

Having  survived  the  first  shock,  he  is  shown  how  the  afore- 
mentioned articles  are  assembled  in  a  compact  form.  Then 
comes  the  struggle  as  the  Rookie  is  broken  into  harness.  In 
the  years  to  come,  he  will  look  back  with  dread  to  those  first 
few  moments  when  he  felt  as  if  someone  had  fastened  a  cannon 
ball  on  each  of  his  shoulder  blades.  However,  he  finally  de- 
cides that  it  is  only  a  matter  of  time  until  he  will  become  used 
to  the  burden  and  so  grows  somewhat  reconciled  to  his  fate. 

He  then  displays  his  made-up  pack  to  his  comrades  for- 
getting the  fact  that  his  pack  was  rolled  up  by  an  experienced 
sergeant.  He  begins  to  look  upon  himself  as  a  "regular 
guy,"  and  starts  to  take  an  added  interest  in  his  new  equip- 
ment, an  interest  destined  for  an  untimely  end.  He  believes 
himself  thoroughly  familiar  with  the  pack  and  proceeds  to  show 
the  boys  just  how  it  is  done.  He  unrolls  his  pack  indifferently 
and  starts  on  his  career  as  a  teacher,  but,  alas,  this  career  ends 
abruptly,  for  he  soon  realizes  that  he  does  not  know  any  more 
about  it  than  he  did  before.  Experienced  help  soon  smooths 
things  out  and  explains  the  rolling  for  the  sixth  or  seventh  time 
and  the  unfortunate  one  soon  learns  how.  He  is  compelled 
to  roll  and  unroll  the  pack  until  he  thinks  that  it  is  about  worn 
out,  and  finally  is  advanced  to  the  class  in  transportation. 

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he  must  run  the  gauntlet  of  critical  eyes,  and  if  a  strap  is  out  of 
place  he  is  promptly  told  that  the  necessary  adjustment  must 
be  made  at  once.  He  has  by  this  time  become  accustomed  to 
the  pressure  of  the  straps  upon  his  shoulders  and  feels  as 
though  he  can  carry  his  pack  all  day  if  necessary. 

Finally  the  order  comes  down  the  line  for  full  field  packs 
and  he  quickly  adjusts  his  harness,  beaten  only  by  those  who 
have  had  previous  experience  in  a  livery  stable.  He  starts  on 
the  march  with  an  easy  step  and  offers  to  bet  his  neighbor  that 
he  can  beat  him  in  any  sort  of  an  endurance  contest.  After 
the  first  half  mile,  however,  the  smile  has  gone  from  his  face 
and  his  jaw  is  set  in  grim  determination. 

The  pack  seems  to  grow  heavier  at  every  step,  and  he  looks 
eagerly  for  the  end  of  the  march.  He  turns  an  appealing 
glance  toward  his  neighbor  and  confides  to  him  in  whispers 
that  "his  sore  foot  is  bothering  him  and  he  guesses  he  had 
better  fall  out. "  His  partner  in  misery  has  a  sore  shoulder  or 
some  other  ailment  and  decides  that  he  can't  go  any  farther, 
but  the  end  of  the  march  appears  and  gives  a  temporary  relief 
to  the  hikers.  Each  day  it  is  the  same  but  still  he  hangs  on 
with  a  dogged  determination,  his  fear  of  being  recognized  as  a 
physical  deficient  is  the  only  thing  that  keeps  him  in  ranks.  He 
wonders  how  long  it  will  last,  how  long  he  must  continue  this 
unnecessary  tramping  back  and  forth.  He  wonders  how  many 
weary  miles  have  passed  under  his  feet,  and  he  is  suddenly 
awakened  from  his  reverie  by  the  curt  statement  that  he  is  not 
carrying  his  rifle  properly. 

So  it  is,  day  after  day,  and  as  he  tenderly  consoles  his  aching 
feet  each  night,  he  agrees  fully  with  the  man  who  wrote: 

"  It's  not  the  socks  of  sisters, 
That  raised  the  blooming  blisters, 
It's  the  last  long  mile." 


Thirty   Dollars  a   Day --Once   a   Month 

THE  recruit  wonders  how  he  will  get  rid  of  that  thirty 
dollars  a  month,  while  the  old  soldier  tries  to  figure 
out  how  he  can  make  it  last  more  than  three  days 
after  pay  day.  But  the  enlightenment  of  the  rookie  is  rapid. 
Before  his  first  meeting  with  the  Paymaster,  he  has  signed 
away  six  good  iron  men  for  War  Risk  Insurance.  This  starts 
the  run  on  the  thirty  dollars  and  when  it  finally  lets  up,  he 
wonders  whether  his  credit  is  good  for  enough  canteen  checks 
to  keep  him  supplied  with  tooth-paste  until  the  next  pay  day. 

While  he  is  still  weak  from  the  typhoid  inoculation,  his 
Company  Commander,  with  tears  in  his  eyes,  convinces  him 
that  the  Treasury  needs  some  more  of  his  thirty  dollars  for 
Liberty  Bonds,  to  keep  the  War  Machine  from  breaking  down, 
and  he  agrees  to  part  with  ten  dollars  more.  At  the  end  of  ten 
months  he  will  be  the  proud  possessor  of  a  four  per  cent,  in- 
terest bearing  Government  Bond.  Perhaps  he  will  and  per- 
haps he  will  not,  he  is  not  sure.  He  gets  no  receipt  save  the 
ten-dollar  hole  in  his  salary.  The  Bond  he  never  sees,  but  he 
is  given  to  understand  that  it  reposes  in  the  safety  deposit 
vaults  of  some  bank.  No  one  seems  to  know  just  exactly  where 
the  bank  is  located.  He  would  like  to  question  his  Company 
Commander  more  particularly  concerning  it,  but  rather  than 
brave  the  "Orderly  Room  Rumble, "  he  elects  the  safer  course 
of  "watchful  waiting." 

He  begins  to  congratulate  himself  on  the  fact  that  he  will 
still  have  fourteen  dollars  left  (unless  he  should  lose  his  over- 
coat, or  some  other  valuable  Government  property,  before  pay 

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day) .  When  the  intricacies  of  Family  Allotments  and  Govern- 
ment Allowances  are  explained  to  him  by  one  of  the  Second 
Loots,  this  glib-tongued  Shavetail  soon  makes  him  feel  like  a 
criminal  for  depriving  his  family  of  that  ten  dollars  a  month 
and  whatever  feeble  resistance  he  has  to  offer  is  quickly  met 
and  offset  by  the  eloquence  of  the  officer.  Ruefully  he  sees  his 
fourteen-dollar  roll  dwindle  to  four  one-dollar  bills,  but  he 
cheers  himself  with  the  thought  that  his  family  is  not  in  great 
need  of  the  money  and  that  since  the  Government  will  double 
it,  it  is  really  a  good  investment.  The  months  go  by,  and  the 
home  folks  write  that  they  have  never  received  even  a  calendar 
from  the  War  Risk  Insurance  Bureau. 

Well,  there  still  remain  those  four  precious  dollars.  Pay 
day  comes,  and  he  keeps  them  just  about  four  minutes  after 
leaving  the  Paymaster's  table.  They  go  so  fast  that  he  reports 
on  Sick  Call  for  dizziness.  He  has  not  left  the  Orderly  Room 
before  he  hands  over  three  dollars  to  the  Top  Cutter,  two 
dollars  for  laundry,  and  one  dollar  for  a  Company  picture. 
One  dollar  remains.  He  carries  it  fondly  to  his  tent  and  stands 
guard  over  it  with  fixed  bayonet.  He  has  made  a  desperate 
resolve  to  have  one  square  meal! 

That  evening,  as  he  leaves  for  town,  he  cautiously  avoids 
the  Orderly  Room  door,  fearful  lest  the  Top  might  reach  out 
after  him  for  that  dollar.  The  Supply  Sergeant  may  have  dis- 
covered that  they  had  forgotten  to  take  out  forty-one  cents  for 
one  Ordnance  aluminum  cup  that  he  had  lost  at  the  rifle  range. 

He  reaches  town  in  safety  and  strides  into  the  first  res- 
taurant that  he  sees.  "An  order  of  ham  and  eggs,"  he  says, 
"and  bring  'em  quick!" 

"Ham  and !"  the  waiter  sings  back  to  the  Cook.  The 

waiter  brings  the  check  and  with  the  usual  delicacy  of  waiters, 
lays  it  on  the  table,  face  down.  When  the  recruit  finally  turns 
it  over,  his  face  falls. 

"One  dollar  and  fifty  cents,"  the  check  reads. 


Gas 

DURING  our  entire  lives,  before  we  were  initiated  into 
the  secrets  of  military  lore,  the  use  of  the  word  "gas" 
brought  to  our  minds  the  vizualization  of  such  simple 
and  inoffensive  things  as  pipes,  meters,   quarters,  or  such 
pleasing  personalities  as  the  dentist  or  the  plumber.     But 
from  this  time  on,  when  soldiers  hear  that  word,  they  will 
think  of  but  one  thing — that  mask. 

Never  before  in  the  world  has  such  an  instrument  of  tor- 
ture been  invented.  We  used  to  read  with  horror  of  the 
torture  of  the  Christians  by  the  Romans,  and  of  the  Spanish 
Inquisition,  but  we  all  agree  that  those  poor  martyrs  may 
thank  their  lucky  stars  that  they  did  not  live  in  the  days  of  gas 
masks. 

We  have  been  told  that  overseas,  the  gas  masks  fit.  We 
believe  it.  They  use  all  those  that  fit  and  send  the  rest  here. 
Your  humble  writer  happens  to  have  been  endowed  by  his 
Creator  with  a  head  that  in  civil  life  requires  a  seven  and  five- 
eights  hat.  It  has  been  bad  enough  to  spend  our  military 
career  in  a  campaign  hat  that  made  us  look  even  more  like  an 
ass  than  our  Maker  intended,  but  when  we  were  handed  out  a 
mask  we  found  that  it  was  without  doubt  made  for  a  man  with 
a  head  that  would  make  any  self-respecting  peanut  look  like  a 
mountain  in  comparison.  For  three  long  weeks,  we  paraded 
the  area  of  Camp  Fremont  burdened  with  this  indignity  and 
under  the  compulsion  of  being  constantly  on  the  alert  lest 

the  dreaded  cry  of  alarm  be  given.     It  was  indeed  a  happy 

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moment,  when  we  were  ordered  to  hie  ourselves  to  the  infirm- 
ary and  soak  the  loathsome  thing  in  a  barrel  of  disinfectant. 

The  course  in  the  use  of  the  gas  mask  was  given  to  all  men 
in  the  Regiment  under  the  supervision  of  Lieutenant  S.  K. 
Strickler  with  the  assistance  of  several  of  the  gas  N.  C.  O.'s 
of  the  various  companies.  It  was  given  to  a  ]arge  class  of  men 
at  a  time  and  too  much  credit  cannot  be  given  to  Lieutenant 
Strickler  for  the  work  he  did.  We  did  not  have  the  opportun- 
ity to  become  very  well  acquainted  with  the  Lieutenant,  but 
he  did  not  impress  us  as  a  man  who  had  a  particularly  vicious 
nature  or  as  one  who  would  take  a  great  delight  in  adding  to 
the  already  irksome  conditions  of  our  training  period.  He  was 
detailed  to  the  task  and  he  not  only  had  to  convince  us  of  the 
danger  of  gas,  but  he  also  had  to  teach  us  how  to  protect  our- 
selves against  that  danger.  When  it  happens  that  the  remedy 
used  is  so  distasteful  that  the  men  would  most  of  them  prefer 
the  disease  itself,  it  comes  to  be  a  task  of  quite  large  proportions. 
In  this,  it  may  be  said,  the  Lieutenant  secured  wonderful  re- 
sults. In  the  short  period  of  one  month  he  put  the  entire 
Regiment  through  the  course,  and  so  successful  was  he  that, 
when  the  men  came  to  take  their  final  tests  to  determine 
their  efficiency,  the  number  who  failed  to  pass  was  almost 
negligible. 

The  work  with  the  gas  mask  may  be  divided  into  two  parts. 
In  the  first  place  we  were  taught  the  care  and  use  of  the  mask. 
The  second  part  was  the  actual  practice.  We  were  first  in- 
structed in  the  methods  of  carrying  the  mask  and  the  different 
commands.  Then  we  took  up  the  method  of  inspecting  the 
mask.  There  is  no  part  of  the  military  equipment  with  which 
so  much  care  must  be  taken  to  keep  it  in  absolutely  perfect 
condition,  as  the  gas  mask.  The  smallest  amount  of  moisture 
will  ruin  it.  A  soldier  may  let  his  rifle  get  a  little  rusty  and  the 
defect  can  be  remedied  by  an  assiduous  use  of  the  elbow.  But 
let  a  defect  come  to  his  gas  mask,  and  serious  consequences  are 


We  are  Taught  the  Profession  of  a  Soldier 


Trench  construction 


"Camouflage" — Intelligence  Section 


"Hand  grenades" — real  ones  too!! 


Athletics  at  Camp  Fremont 


Machine  Gunners  execute  "Action  Front" 


Division  championship  bout — Morrison  Field 


"B  "  Company  plays  fast  volley  ball 


Gas  in 

certain  to  follow.  Because  of  this  fact,  we  were  taught  with 
the  greatest  care  how  we  should  inspect  the  mask.  Of  course, 
being  military,  it  was  all  done  by  numbers  in  order  that  no 
detail  be  overlooked. 

Then  came  the  instruction  in  the  method  of  putting  on  and 
adjusting  the  mask.  Long  experience  had  taught  that  there  is 
one  particular  way  in  which  this  mask  must  be  put  on  to  at- 
tain the  greatest  amount  of  speed.  By  practice  it  was  deter- 
mined just  what  particular  movements  were  necessary,  and 
what  movements  could  be  eliminated.  The  time  required  was 
cut  down  to  the  minimum,  and  it  was  possible  to  go  through 
the  entire  operation  in  the  space  of  six  seconds.  That  was  the 
goal  towards  which  we  all  strove  and,  in  fact,  it  was  the  limit 
set  by  the  officers  in  the  tests  that  we  must  pass. 

It  did  not  require  a  very  long  time  to  teach  us  the  theory  of 
these  things,  but  after  we  had  learned  that,  we  found  that  the 
greater  part  of  the  road  still  had  to  be  traveled  in  the  form  of 
practice.  We  carried  that  crazy  mask  around  for  about  three 
weeks.  With  the  same  tenacity  that  the  proverbial  little  lamb 
clung  to  Mary,  the  mask  clung  to  us  from  early  morn  till  late 
at  night.  No  matter  where  we  might  go,  it  was  our  constant 
companion,  and  while  we  seriously  doubt  that  even  a  lifetime 
of  absence  will  be  able  to  create  in  our  hearts  a  spirit  of  felicity 
towards  it,  it  is  certain  that  no  bonds  of  friendship  were 
forged  by  our  intimacy.  When  we  arose  in  the  morning,  it 
immediately  asserted  its  precedence  over  everything  else,  and 
when  we  returned  to  our  bunks  at  night,  it  might  still  be  found 
clinging  to  us  with  friendly  devotion. 

Then  came  the  extreme  pleasure  of  marching  for  two  or 
three  miles  with  the  mask  on.  They  tell  us  the  purpose  of  the 
mask  is  to  prevent  the  possibility  of  our  being  suffocated  from 
poisoned  air.  Why  they  should  so  seriously  object  to  our 
suffering  death  from  poisoned  air  and  then  turn  around  and 
cover  our  breathing  apparatus  with  instruments  that  made  it 


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impossible  for  us  to  secure  any  air  at  all,  is  a  mystery  that 
would  require  the  genius  of  a  wizard  to  solve.  But  what  we 
lacked  in  air  was  certainly  made  up  for  in  an  overabundance  of 
water.  After  we  had  marched  a  mile  or  so,  the  mask  contained 
at  least  a  full  sized  quart.  Then  it  began  to  trickle  down  the 
sides  of  our  chin  and  we  all  supplied  ourselves  with  bibs. 
This  was  forbidden  as  being  unmilitary,  so  we  purchased  long 
pipes  which  carried  the  moisture  away  without  destroying 
Uncle  Sam's  perfectly  nice  clothing. 

Finally  the  day  came  for  us  to  take  the  final  tests  which 
were  to  determine  whether  or  not  we  could  get  to  France. 
We  were  compelled  to  put  on  and  adjust  the  mask  in  six  sec- 
onds. Never  having  been  able  to  put  on  the  mask  in  any 
period  of  time,  whether  in  ten  seconds  or  ten  hundred  seconds, 
we  did  not  entertain  any  very  sanguine  hopes  of  getting  by. 
But  we  marched  over  one  morning  at  about  four-thirty,  and 
were  taken  in  hand  by  the  little  English  sergeant  who  was  in 
command  of  the  examination.  We  went  through  the  prelim- 
inary practice  and  then  were  lined  up  for  our  test. 

The  whistle  blew,  and  we  went  to  our  task,  knowing  quite  well 
that  we  never  could  get  the  mask  on,  but  nevertheless  decided 
to  at  least  get  by  if  possible.  With  the  first  trial,  we  got  the 
mask  over  our  head  but  not  over  our  face.  The  sergeant  came 
along  and  looked  at  our  chin  and  invited  us  to  take  another 
trial.  Then  the  second  time,  we  got  it  over  our  chin  and  not 
the  rest  of  our  head  and  as  luck  would  have  it,  the  Lieutenant 
made  us  turn  around  and  looked  at  the  back  of  our  head  and 
of  course  a  second  encore  was  in  order.  This  was  to  be  the 
last  chance. 

We  saw  the  big  tree  about  a  half  mile  down  the  road  and 
we  knew  that  the  one  penalty  for  failure  to  pass  the  test  was  to 
lope  around  the  said  tree  until  such  a  time  as  our  spirit  of 
determination  was  so  revived  that  we  could  get  the  mask  on 
in  the  prescribed  time.  Our  only  hope  was  to  outguess  the 


Gas  113 

sergeant  and  to  place  the  mask  on  that  particular  portion  of  the 
cranium  that  the  sergeant  might  see  fit  to  inspect.  We  held 
our  breath  and  waited.  We  tried  to  recollect  some  nice  pray- 
ers that  our  mother  had  taught  to  us  in  our  younger  days,  and 
we  said  them  at  the  rate  of  three  per  second.  Luckily  for  us, 
they  were  answered,  and  when  the  sergeant  came  along  he 
looked  at  our  chin.  That  happened  to  be  the  same  part  of  our 
head  that  we  had  the  mask  on,  and  we  were  allowed  to  pass  off 
the  drill  ground  with  the  highly  efficient  class. 

Then  we  were  marched  into  the  gas  house  and  given  a 
sample  of  tear  gas  and  chlorine  gas.  It  was  demonstrated  to 
us  how  impossible  it  was  to  be  injured  if  we  only  would  use  our 
masks.  We  were  given  a  sample  of  each  gas  in  order  that  we 
might  recognize  the  pleasant  odors  if  they  should  be  near  us. 
Then  we  marched  home  with  a  prayer  in  our  hearts  that  by 
the  time  we  got  to  France,  the  Germans  would  abolish  the 
use  of  a  weapon  which  made  necessary  this  most  obnoxious  of 
all  instruments  of  defense. 


The   Top   Kicker 

"  And  if  you'll  take  my  tip,  sir, 
You  will  never  make  the  slip,  sir, 
Of  asking  the  first  sergeant  how  it's  done!" 

WELL,  here  goes  nothing!  We  were  just  precipitated 
out  of  an  orderly  room  because  we  dared  to  ask  a 
Top  Kicker  something  about  his  past.  And  said 
Top  Kicker  kicked  us  out  with  his  toe — and  the  admonishment 
that  if  anyone  dared  to  write  anything  about  him  he  would 
have  him  hung.  So  here  goes  nothing! 

We'll  let  you  into  a  secret  about  Top  Kickers!  Nearly 
every  one  of  them  parts  his  name  with  a  "J"!  And  did  it 
ever  occur  to  you  that  the  "J"  in  the  middle  of  one's  name 
means  trouble?  No?  Well,  list!  James /.  Corbett ;  James /. 
Jeffries;  John  J .  Pershing!  And  take  it  from  us — if  they  don't 
part  it  with  a  "  J"  they  should;  for  every  Top  Kicker  we  have 
met,  lives  up  to  the  "J"  thing.  Personally  we  think  Top 
Kickers  are  all  the  other  "  J's  "  rolled  into  one,  and  if  we  are  not 
mistaken  the  entire  regiment  agrees  with  us. 

Usually  our  esteemed  little  subject — he  stands  about  six 
feet  in  his  stocking  feet — is  an  "old  timer"  having  come  into 
the  service  years  ago,  when  Philippine  Islands  was  pronounced 
with  all  the  "i's"  sounded  long.  Usually  the  call  of  home 
sounds  like  "reveille"  to  the  average  Top  Kicker  and  he 
laughs  in  derision  at  the  business  of  raising  cows  and  chickens 
and — everything.  Not  a  few  of  them  were  out  in  the  wilds 
of  Africa  shooting  monkeys  or  "craps"  when  Uncle  Sam  de- 
cided that  a  Hun  was  a  hound  and  Heinie  should  be  wienie 
and  they  came  tearing  back  into  the  Service  with  the  firm  inten- 
tion of  aiding  and  abetting  Uncle  Sam's  decision  by  helping, 
individually  and  collectively,  to  turn  the  sausage  grinder. 

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But  why  he  got  us  mixed  up  with  enemies  is  something  we 
cannot  fathom.  If  we  don't  fall  into  the  sausage  grinder  we're 
pushed  in  by  this  ogre. 

But  to  you  who  know  not  what  the  job  of  first  sergeant  calls 
for — just  a  word  of  enlightenment!  And  to  you  who  know- 
let  us  take  the  opportunity  to  make  you  realize  it.  The  first 
and  prime  requisite  of  a  first  sergeant  is  to  be  able  to  find 
needles  in  haystacks!  Sounds  funny,  doesn't  it?  But  we 
mean  it !  We  mean  that  he  is  the  gink  who  decides  if  we  know 
what  we  want  when  we  want  it — when  we  pile  into  the  orderly 
room  and  start  spieling  in  high  tremolo.  And  he  is  the  buffer 
for  the  C.  C.,  in  other  words,  the  "go-between"  who  keeps 
us  from  making  asinine  blunders  when  we  get  permission  to 
talk  to  the  Company  Commander.  It's  a  tough  job,  Wilfred, 
and  we  don't  envy  the  Top  Kicker.  He's  the  most  molested 
man  in  the  Company.  Everyone  must  see  this. 

This  brings  us  to  the  psychology  of  the  thing.  We  think 
that  he  thinks  that  the  only  way  to  cut  a  conversation  or  a 
request  short  is  to  cow  the  other  fellow  before  he  gets  going! 
And  we  know  it's  put  into  practice.  For  many  a  recruit  has 
hitched  his  belt  and  squared  his  shoulders  before  entering  the 
sanctum  sanctorum  only  to  come  out  needing  another  hitch 
in  the  region  of  the  bread-box  and  a  chest-developer  to  hold  his 
shoulders  back.  Possibly  the  Top  Kicker  took  the  starch 
out  of  him ;  yet  again  it  may  have  been  the  gas  clouds  emanat- 
ing from  ye  Top  Kick's  pipe!  For  Top  Kickers— with  few 
exceptions — smoke  pipes — their  own  or  someone's  else 

There  are  two  kinds  of  Top  Kickers — tough  ones  and 
tougher  ones !  Once  in  a  while  one  is  apt  to  stumble  on  a  first 
sergeant  who  appears  human — at  first  impressions — but 
they're  all  the  same.  Sometimes  he's  a  bear,  big,  burly, 
blustering.  He's  usually  a  brick-bat,  because  he's  Irish;  and 
he'd  have  to  be  Irish  all  over  to  get  away  with  the  confetti 
throwing  that  is  a  necessary  adjunct  to  his  position. 


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But  there's  a  human  side  to  these  fellows.  Though  their 
ears  are  ofttimes  deaf,  their  hearts  are  soft  and  the  faintest 
whisper  starts  them  going.  We  know  of  Top  Kickers  who  have 
come  trotting  down  to  the  tent  of  a  sick  rookie — done,  of 
course,  when  the  rest  of  the  Company  was  out  to  drill  so  none 
would  be  the  wiser — but  done,  nevertheless.  And  we  have 
heard  him  ask  that  rookie  if  there  was  anything  he  (the  Top 
Kick)  could  do.  We  know  of  his  having  juggled  the  K.  P. 
list  that  some  soldier  boy  might  get  away  for  the  week-end  to 
see  his  sweetheart — not  the  sergeant's,  the  boy's!  We  have 
heard  him  cuss  out  some  poor  unfortunate  and  murmur  behind 
his  back,  "Poor  kid!"  We  have  heard  of  his  talking  like  a 
Dutch  Uncle  to  Company  Commanders  just  to  save  some 
"  Buddie ' '  from  going  to  the ' '  mill ' '  or  having  his ' '  belt  pulled." 

So  we  say  that  the  Top  Kicker  who  can  hold  down  the  job 
of  Top  Kick  is  rightfully  first  sergeant !  And  furthermore  he's 
all  man  even  if  he  does  keep  the  best  part  of  himself  hidden. 
And  when  we,  of  this  Fighting  Regiment — Oh !  we're  scrappers 
even  if  we  didn't  get  a  chance  to  puncture  Bill's  bubble — hie 
ourselves  away  from  the  strife  and  toil  of  soldiering  back  to 
the  peace-time  pursuits  and  our  little  wives  and  bungalows, 
we're  going  to  remember  our  Top  Kicks  and  think  what 
peaches  they  really  were.  And  "we,"  in  particular,  are  not 
saying  this  just  to  soft-salve  the  Top  Kick  who  kicked  "us" 
out.  For  "  we  "  have  only  two  ambitions  in  life.  One  of  them 
is  to  fool  an  M.  P. !  The  other?  Oh, — to  be  hung,  of  course! 


"Stripes" 

WITH  very  few  exceptions,  the  men  who  responded  to 
the  call  to  the  colors  in  the  great  war,  whether 
through  the  draft  or  voluntary  enlistment,  came  into 
the  service  fully  cognizant  of  the  seriousness  of  the  business 
before  them  and  with  a  stern  determination  that  they  were 
going  to  give  the  best  they  had.  They  intended  going  to  sol- 
dier with  all  their  might.  Their  mere  transition  from  civil 
to  army  life  was  not  likely  to  rob  a  man  of  the  fundamentals 
of  his  Americanism,  enthusiasm  in  his  task  and  a  love  for 
making  good.  What  average  "buddie"  was  not  ambitious? 
And  the  chevron,  ideally  and  theoretically,  symbolized  effi- 
ciency and  attainment. 

"Bull"  did  you  say,  Mr.  Buck  Private?  Nothing  of  the 
kind,  and  you  know  it.  We  say  ideally  and  theoretically  the 
chevron  stands  for  proven  efficiency,  and  the  fact  that  someone 
you  have  in  mind  got  his  through  his  "drag"  with  the  powers 
that  be,  and  another  who  merited  them  has  still  a  bare  sleeve 
does  not  convert  that  statement  into  fertilizer.  You  were 
ambitious  too! 

But  here's  one  of  the  mysteries  of  life  in  the  ranks.  One's 
ambition,  his  anxiety  to  make  good  and  to  be  able  to  show  his 
pals  that  he's  made  good,  must  ever  be  a  dark,  dark  secret. 
It  was  not  so  in  civil  life.  One  did  not  hesitate  there  to  an- 
nounce his  intention  of  putting  in  his  best  licks  toward  the 
attainment  of  some  end  equally  desired  by  his  associates. 

But  who  ever  heard  a  soldier  say  that  he  had  his  cap  set  for 

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ii8  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

Corporal's  chevrons  or  that  he  hoped  some  day  to  wear  three 
stripes?  Heaven  forbid  that  he  should  ever  thus  disgrace 
himself  among  his  fellows. 

"Hell,  no!  No  stripes  for  me,  I  want  to  stay  right  where 
I  am — number  three  in  the  rear  rank.  A  buck  private's  got 
it  over  everybody,  and  I'm  tellin'  the  world."  Sure  thing! 
How  he  loves  to  police  up  the  Company  street  (finds  snipes 
and  match  sticks  and  lots  of  things) !  He  can  hardly  wait  for 
his  turn  on  K.  P.  to  come  around.  It's  so  much  more  pleasant 
to  actually  do  fatigue  in  his  dirty  Blues  than  to  direct  it  in 
Khaki  best.  He's  crazy  about  walking  post.  And  as  to  the 
extra  six  cart  wheels,  why  they  don't  interest  a  soldier  any 
way.  Sounds  logical,  doesn't  it? 

How  many  times  have  you  seen  a  soldier  turn  down  a 
promotion  and  absolutely  refuse  to  wear  stripes  when  they 
were  offered  to  him?  But  the  end  is  not  yet,  modesty,  the 
villain  still  pursued  him.  He  got  his  stripes  but—  "You 
understand,  I  didn't  want  'em!  You  never  saw  me  doing  any 
hand-shaking.  I  told  the  Captain  I'd  rather  be  just  a  private 
but  he  said  '  no, '  so  I  guess  I'll  have  to  do  'er, "  and  his  pals  all 
knew  he  had  chevrons  embroidered  on  his  undershirts  within 
six  hours  after  he  was  "made. " 

Though  it's  military  immodesty  to  admit  ambition  or  ver- 
bally show  pride  in  achievement,  they  are  potent  factors  in  the 
life  of  every  enlisted  man.  So  if  "Buddie"  goes  home  with 
stripes  it's  ten  to  one  he's  worked  hard  and  earned  them;  if 
he  goes  home  without  them  it's  still  ten  to  one  he's  worked 
hard  for  them. 

Isn't  this  the  truth  as  to  the  part  stripes  played  in  your 
military  experience?  Certainly,  deny  it  among  your  bunkies 
for  military  reasons,  but  what  about  it  on  the  inside? 


The  Rifle  Range 

THE  greatest  ambition  of  the  soldier  is  to  avoid  reveille. 
That  little  bugler  with  his  "I  can't  get  'em  up"  is  the 
bane  of  military  existence. 

There  was  one  period  of  time  at  Camp  Fremont,  when  our 
ambition  was  realized  and  the  march  held  no  fear  for  us.  That 
was  the  period  of  our  daily  pilgrimages  to  the  range.  For 
then  we  beat  'em  to  it  and  by  the  time  that  the  bugler  got  up, 
we  were  half  way  out  to  the  place  of  worship.  In  fact  the  only 
use  that  the  writer  got  of  his  bunk  in  those  days  was  the  pleas- 
ure of  fixing  it  up  for  Saturday  morning  inspection.  This 
idea  of  rolling  out  in  the  middle  of  the  night  may  be  very  home- 
like to  some  of  these  Native  Son  farmers,  but  it  goes  hard  on 
those  who  suffer  under  the  disadvantage  of  a  city  breeding. 

The  rifle  range  stands  out  as  the  biggest  part  of  our  army 
life.  From  the  second  day  of  our  recruit  training,  we  were 
warned  of  a  terrible  realm  known  as  the  range.  It  was  held 
out  as  a  mysterious  area,  taking  second  place  only  to  No- 
Man's  Land,  where  we  would  suffer  the  penalty  of  our  misdeeds. 
We  were  taught  how  to  sight,  the  enjoyable  art  of  the  trigger- 
squeeze,  and  spent  many  hours  in  the  pleasant  occupation 
known  as  "push  and  pull."  They  told  us  it  was  to  make  us 
hard,  and  we  believed  them.  If  hardness  is  judged  by  a  man's 
ability  to  swear  at  the  sergeant,  we  reached  the  acme  of  per- 
fection. 

To  permit  a  big,  fat  sergeant  to  stand  out  in  front  of  us  and 
make  us  push  a  young  cannon  about  ten  feet  out  in  the  air  and 
then  pull  it  back  against  whatsoever  part  of  our  anatomy  it 

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happened  to  hit,  and  have  the  limit  on  the  time  by  the  ser- 
geant's wind-power  is  an  indignity  that  even  an  ambitious 
young  recruit  should  not  have  to  endure.  Another  thing  that 
made  a  lasting  impression  upon  us  was  the  prone  position.  We 
do  not  know  who  invented  it,  but  we  wish  it  understood  that 
this  made  us  all  devout  believers  in  the  doctrine  of  Hell  on 


earth.    A  man's  belly  may  have  its  uses,  but  we  are  sure  that 
it  was  never  intended  for  a  rolling  machine. 

After  a  month  of  the  aforementioned  delightful  experiences, 
we  were  pronounced  "tuf  enuf "  for  the  range.  We  had  been 
warned  of  its  dangers,  we  had  been  told  of  the  bucking  quali- 
ties of  our  Enfields,  and  we  went  with  padding  on  our  shoulders 
and  trepidation  in  our  hearts.  They  wanted  us  to  have  our 
eyes  in  good  shape,  so  they  got  us  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night 


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in  order  that  the  light  of  day  would  not  dazzle  us.  It  was  here 
we  first  learned  the  truth  of  that  old  saying,  "It  is  always 
darkest  before  the  dawn." 

Finally,  just  as  the  moon  was  making  its  morning  exit,  we 
piled  into  a  bunch  of  cattle  cars,  steamed  up  the  boiler  in  one 
of  the  Southern  Pacific's  oldest  wrecks,  and  embarked  on  the 
great  adventure.  After  about  seven  miles  of  bumping  and 
jerking,  we  arrived  at  the  scene  of  our  trouble.  Everybody 
stared  at  us  and  our  minds  reverted  back  to  some  of  the  first- 
class  funerals  we  had  attended,  and  pictured  another  with  little 
us  playing  the  leading  role. 

After  much  ado  and  necessary  precaution,  we  marched  up 
to  the  firing  line.  About  three  miles  away  there  was  a  series  of 
pinheads  with  numbers  above  them.  We  did  not  know  just 
what  they  were  but  up  the  line  a  little  way  we  heard  an  awful 
racket.  The  pinheads  were  bobbing  up  and  down  and  every 
once  in  a  while  we  saw  a  red  flag  waving.  We  immediately 
recognized  that  red  flag.  All  we  had  heard  for  a  month,  was 
that  red  flag,  which  the  sergeant  had  assured  us  would  become 
the  most  familiar  part  of  our  range  experience  if  we  did  not 
master  the  trigger  squeeze. 

We  were  lined  up,  placed  in  the  fifth  order,  and  after  some 
obstreperous  young  corporal  came  along  and  dirtied  up  our 
perfectly  clean  rifle,  we  had  nothing  to  do  but  stand  around 
and  pray  that  the  fateful  moment  would  hurry  up  and  come  so 
that  we  could  get  it  over.  We  had  been  preached  to  for  many 
hours  about  the  care  we  should  take  so  that  the  company 
would  get  a  good  record ;  but  at  that  particular  moment,  we  did 
not  give  a  continental  about  the  record.  Our  prime  ambition 
was  to  get  back  to  that  haven  of  the  oppressed,  our  bunk. 

Finally,  the  call  came,  we  summoned  all  our  youthful  cour- 
age, and  marched  up.  It  used  to  be  our  favorite  sport  when 
younger,  to  read  of  the  courage  and  fortitude  with  which 
murderers  went  to  their  fate  at  the  electric  chair.  Now  we 


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tried  to  emulate  their  example,  grasping  our  rifles,  gritting  our 
teeth,  and  with  long  and  solemn  faces  taking  our  places. 

An  old  sergeant  awaited  us  with  a  clip  of  cartridges.  We 
did  not  know  what  to  do  with  them,  but  there  came  a  recollec- 
tion that  away  back  in  the  past,  some  kind  soul  had  instructed 
us  in  the  art  of  inserting  them  in  the  magazine  of  the  rifle. 
So  we  gingerly  put  them  in,  and  as  the  sergeant  offered  no  ob- 
jections, we  assumed  they  were  correct.  Then  we  tied  ourselves 
up  in  a  knot  and  slid  into  the  sling  and  at  the  sergeant's 
direction  stretched  ourselves  out  in  our  old  friend  and  com- 
rade, the  prone  position. 

They  had  in  the  meantime  moved  the  targets  back  a  couple 
of  miles  or  so  but  the  sergeant  pointed  out  one  marked  ninety- 
eight  and  told  us  it  was  only  one  hundred  yards  away,  and  far 
be  it  from  us  to  tell  the  sergeant  that  he  was  a  liar.  In  fact, 
our  only  thought  was  to  get  those  ten  shots  fired  as  quickly  as 
possible.  So  we  settled  down  on  the  rocks  and  picked  out 
our  target. 

It  really  was  not  our  intention  to  shoot  at  that  particular 
time.  As  a  matter  of  fact  we  had  decided  to  lay  there  a  while 
and  see  if  we  could  not  steady  our  nerves  a  bit  by  playing  with 
the  trigger,  but  strange  as  it  may  seem,  the  first  thing  we  knew, 
the  blame  old  cannon  boomed  off  and  we  jumped  a  bit  and  the 
sergeant  told  us  to  get  ready  for  the  next  shot.  The  marker  in 
the  pits  was  a  little  slow  in  pulling  the  target  down  and  our 
first  thought  was:  "My  gosh,  I  missed  the  whole  darn  thing 
and  I  am  going  to  get  one  of  those  red  ones  as  sure  as  Heck. " 

And  in  the  meantime  we  began  to  think  of  the  things  we 
had  neglected  to  do.  We  had  completely  forgotten  the  trigger 
squeeze;  we  had  neglected  to  aim  properly;  we  may  have 
flinched;  and,  if  there  were  other  necessary  prerequisites  to 
good  shooting,  we  certainly  had  forgotten  them.  At  last  the 
target  came  up  again  and  we  settled  ourselves  calmly  for  the 
red  flag.  But  lo  and  behold,  he  marked  a  four. 


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1 '  A  little  low, ' '  warned  the  sergeant .  ' '  Raise  it  up  j ust  a  bit . ' ' 

This  time  we  found  the  mark  and  were  rewarded  with  a  five 
right  in  the  center  of  the  bull.  Oh,  the  confidence  that  that 
little  five  brought  to  us!  Thenceforward  it  was  easy  sailing, 
and  we  marched  away  with  the  air  of  a  homecoming  hero,  hav- 
ing scored  out  with  forty-eight. 

On  the  next  range,  it  was  the  same  story ;  it  took  a  few  shots 
to  locate  the  mark  but  we  found  that  shooting  was  not  such  a 
wonderful  art  after  all.  We  went  on  from  the  2OO-line  with  a 
forty-six.  On  the  last  range  we  did  not  do  so  well,  but  we  still 
kept  up  in  the  forties  and  marched  back  with  light  heart  eager 
to  tell  our  tent-mates  that  we  really  could  shoot. 

It  took  a  couple  of  weeks  to  complete  the  work  on  the 
course.  Some  days  we  shot  better  than  others.  We  did  not 
break  any  records  but  we  discovered  we  could  shoot  and  that 
any  German  who  got  in  our  way  would  find  that  it  would  be 
to  his  advantage  to  say  his  "Deutscher"  prayers.  Life  held 
far  more  pleasure,  and  our  daily  trip  to  the  foothills  came  to  be 
looked  on  as  more  of  a  lark  than  a  duty. 

Of  course  there  was  still  that  little  matter  of  getting  up 
shortly  after  midnight,  but  a  person  in  time  becomes  accus- 
tomed to  most  anything  and  we  can  look  back  to  our  exper- 
iences on  the  range,  not  as  the  bugaboo  of  our  military  life,  but 
as  a  welcome  diversion  and  an  altogether  satisfactory  memory. 


Regimental  Exhibition  at  Camp  Fremont 

FOB  ABLY  no  event  staged  at  Camp  Fremont  while  the 
Eighth  Division  was  stationed  there  was  more  successf  ully 
carried  out,  created  more  enthusiasm  among  the  men  of 
the  Regiment  and  gathered  a  larger  host  of  compliments  from 
the  Commanding  General  of  the  Division  and  the  public  than  the 
Regimental  exhibition  put  on  by  the  Twelfth  early  in  October,  a 
few  weeks  prior  to  the  departure  of  the  Regiment  for  the  East. 

Opening  with  a  series  of  disarmament  exercises  by  the 
Intelligence  Section  and  concluding  with  a  snappy  parade  by 
the  Third  Battalion  under  the  command  of  Major  Melasky, 
the  exhibition  was  replete  throughout  with  peppy  work. 
During  their  part  of  the  program  the  men  of  the  Intelligence 
Section  as  a  starter  displayed  rare  skill  in  the  camouflage  work 
and  the  art  of  noiselessly  capturing  enemy  sentinels.  The 
Machine  Gunners  who  were  booked  for  the  second  part  of  the 
program  furnished  plenty  of  material  for  the  movie  men  while 
maneuvering  across  the  field  with  their  carts  and  guns.  Break- 
ing from  column  of  squads  into  line  with  the  sound  of  the 
whistle,  announcing  "action"  the  Machine  Gunners  in  a  few 
seconds  had  removed  guns  from  the  carts.  Mules  and  carts 
were  soon  on  their  way  to  the  rear  while  the  guns  were  mounted, 
all  set  for  firing.  The  audience  was  next  given  first-hand  in- 
formation concerning  the  abilities  of  the  one-pounder  outfit 
when  the  section  simulated  action  a  half-dozen  or  more  times 
across  the  field. 

Led  by  Major  Charles  L.  Mullins,  Battalion  Commander, 

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the  Second  Battalion  furnished  plenty  of  entertainment  for 
fifteen  minutes  with  a  series  of  calisthenics.  Moving  in  uni- 
son, the  companies  of  the  Battalion  carried  out  the  different 
phases  of  the  drill  with  such  ease  and  precision  that  General 
Helmick,  who  was  a  guest,  said  later:  "That  Battalion  is  by 
all  odds  the  best  that  has  ever  occupied  this  drill  field. " 

Setting  up  lines  of  wires  and  establishing  posts  of  communi- 
cation in  the  course  of  a  few  minutes,  then  taking  down  the 
lines  and  moving  to  the  rear  in  less  than  two  minutes  was  part 
of  the  stunt  staged  by  the  Signal  Platoon  during  their  exhibi- 
tion. Following  the  Signal  Platoon's  demonstration,  Com- 
panies "D,"  "E,"  and  "I"  participated  in  an  inter-company 
competitive  close  order  drill.  "I"  Company  was  declared 
winner  of  the  contest,  with  "E"  Company  second  and  "D" 
third.  The  fighters  of  Company  "A,"  carrying  rifles  loaded 
with  blanks,  moved  across  the  field  in  new  company  formation 
and,  firing  between  advances,  they  afforded  an  interesting 
spectacle.  Twenty  minutes  of  maneuvering,  which  included 
every  phase  of  skirmish  and  attack  formation,  as  applied  to 
the  infantry,  gave  the  Company  an  opportunity  to  display 
its  ability  as  a  crack  rifle  outfit. 

One  of  the  most  interesting  events  of  the  day  was  staged 
by  the  mounted  orderlies.  Fancy  riding  of  all  descriptions 
featured  the  affair.  Commencing  with  a  running  race,  which 
was  close  from  the  start,  the  exhibition  included  bareback  rid- 
ing, a  series  of  fancy  stunts  with  one  man  riding  two  horses, 
"busting"  wild  mules  and  bronchos,  and  other  thrillers. 

Following  the  demonstration  by  the  Medical  Detachment 
of  field  hospital  work  and  the  administering  of  first  aid  to 
doughboys  who  had  faked  injuries  during  the  skirmishing,  the 
Third  Battalion,  commanded  by  Major  Melasky,  passed  in 
review  as  the  final  event  of  the  afternoon's  program. 


A   Doughboy's  Wedding 

SOME  people  would  call  it  a  romantic  wedding  which 
Chaplain  Grey  held  during  the  "flu"  quarantine,  when 
besides  the  regimental  quarantine,  the  line  was  also 
tight  around  the  whole  camp. 

The  girl  had  come  way  down  from  Washington  with  her 
mother  for  the  wedding,  but  when  the  matter  was  put  up  to  the 
General  he  would  not  let  the  soldier  out — only  to  the  edge  of 
camp. 

Now  the  law  requires  both  parties  to  be  present  before  the 
County  Clerk  and  to  sign  in  "the  big  book"  before  the  license 
can  be  granted,  and  "the  big  book"  had  never  been  out- 
side the  County  Clerk's  Office,  no,  not  since  the  Spaniards 
ruled  in  the  land.  But  the  girl  was  pretty,  and  maybe  she 
used  the  feminine  last  resort,  for  she  telephoned  that  if  the 
Chaplain  and  the  soldier  would  be  in  front  of  Camp  Head- 
quarters at  1 1 :  oo  A.M.  the  Clerk  would  bring  down  "  the  big 
book."  It  was  the  day  of  the  big  rain  and  at  1 1  Chaplain  Grey 
tramped  down  in  his  slicker  only  to  find  the  girl  in  tears,  for 
the  Clerk  had  changed  his  mind.  '  The  big  book ' '  could  come 
out  only  at  noon  after  office  hours. 

When  at  noon  the  Chaplain  returned  the  sun  had  broken 
through  for  a  time,  the  Clerk  and  his  deputy  had  arrived  in  a 
Ford,  and  on  the  counter  of  the  Andrus  Bus  Station  lay  the  big 
book.  In  less  time  than  it  takes  to  tell,  the  papers  were  com- 
plete, and  whirling  around  the  Clerk  said,  "Now,  goto  it,  Chap- 
lain." Out  on  the  grass  under  the  nearest  oak,  the  Chaplain 
read  the  service.  Half  an  hour  later  he  found  them  down  by 
the  Hostess  House  enjoying  their  honeymoon  two  paces  apart. 

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A  Doughboy's  Wedding. 


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"Close  to   Disgrace,  or  the  Pill  Rollers' 
Last  Stand" 

IT  was  three  weeks  since  the  Regiment  had  been  smitten 
with  the  blight  of  quarantine.  Everyone  was  as  hard  as 
nails,  and  just  as  fit  as  six  weeks  of  unremitting  applica- 
tion to  infantry  drill,  in  all  its  phases,  could  make  him.  Life 
in  a  cantonment,  at  the  best,  has  few  thrills,  but  clap  a  quaran- 
tine on  and  it  is  real  monotony.  A  time  comes  when  even  the 
enchanting  possibility  of  getting  a  black  eye  or  a  split  lip  in  a 
boxing  bout  at  the  Chaplain's  tent  loses  its  power  to  enthrall. 
The  doughboy  becomes  uneasy.  He  begins  to  feel  like  the 
mule  on  the  picket  line  and  he  wants  to  kick. 

These  are  times  when  he  feels  like  kicking  over  the  traces 
altogether  and  going  "A.  W.  O.  L. "  Only  a  few  sentries  are 
between  him  and  the  Big  Village  and  it  is  not  hard  to  slip 
through  the  line  on  a  dark  night.  Of  course,  it  may  be  hard 
to  get  back  into  Camp  again.  He  may  be  court-martialed,  but 
he  might  just  as  well  be  in  the  mill  as  in  quarantine.  The 
Colonel  knew  this  as  well  as  the  Buck  Private,  so  he  decided 
to  provide  some  amusement  for  the  troops.  There  would  be 
an  inter-company  drill  demonstration.  It  would  be  held 
Friday  at  Stanford  Field  and  the  entire  Regiment  would  at- 
tend. A  program  was  published  and  the  companies  which 
were  to  participate  made  reply. 

The  Rifle  companies,  the  Machine  Gun  Company,  the 
specialists'  platoons  of  Headquarters  Company,  and  the  other 
entrants  were  on  the  qui  vive,  but  nothing  was  said  about  the 

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"The  Pill  Rollers*  Last  Stand"  129 

Pill  Battery.  Those  who  were  on  the  inside,  however,  knew 
that  the  Medical  Detachment  was  to  do  a  "  stunt. ' '  It  was  not 
on  the  program  and  it  was  intended  as  a  surprise  (a  surprise, 
perhaps,  that  the  Pill  Rollers  could  do  anything!). 

The  great  day  came  and  company  after  company,  platoon 
after  platoon,  the  Regiment  marched  to  Stanford  Field.  How 
good  it  felt  to  be  able  to  stretch  one's  legs  once  again  and  to 
leave  the  odious  quarantine  behind,  even  if  it  was  for  only  the 
short  space  of  an  afternoon !  And  trailing  up  the  rear,  girdled 
about  with  those  clumsy  belts  that  look  like  life-preservers, 
came  the  Medical  Detachment.  The  "Fighting  Pill  Battery  " 
was  going  into  action ! 

Bringing  up  the  rear  was  the  medical  cart,  a  two- wheeled 
vehicle  that  would  have  passed  for  a  second  cousin  to  a  dump- 
cart.  Under  its  canvas  cover  were  the  chests  containing  the 
first  aid  kit,  drugs,  and  surgical  dressings.  To  the  cart  was 
hitched  the  fiery  charger  that  an  unfeeling  Quartermaster  had 
wished  on  the  long-suffering  Pill  Battery.  On  deaf  ears  had 
fallen  the  Regimental  Surgeon's  repeated  appeals  to  the  Divi- 
sion Quartermaster  to  relieve  the  Medical  Detachment  of  this 
dangerous  animal.  Daily  the  stable  police,  in  fear  and  trem- 
bling, had  combed  and  brushed  this  hulking  brute  from  a  dis- 
tance of  three  paces.  Until  the  last  hour  before  starting  for 
the  parade  ground  they  had  hoped  against  hope,  that  the 
Remount  Depot  would  send  another  animal  to  replace  this 
equine  menace.  But  the  relief  never  came,  and  it  was  with 
many  a  misgiving  that  they  primed  their  hypodermics  and 
made  ready  to  go  over  the  top. 

The  demonstration  had  enjoyed  considerable  publicity 
and  there  was  a  good  audience.  The  Commanding  General 
and  his  Staff,  a  moving  picture  man,  and  many  civilians  had 
come  to  witness  the  spectacle. 

Never  before  had  the  Rifle  companies  marched  so  well. 
Never  was  the  Manual  of  Arms  executed  with  greater  snap 


130  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

and  precision  than  it  was  that  afternoon.  Not  a  man  was  out 
of  step  and  no  pivots  were  left  on  the  field. 

The  bayonet  contest  was  a  bloodless  encounter.  "Over 
the  top  and  give  'em  Hell!"  the  leaders  of  the  rival  teams 
shouted,  and  over  they  went.  At  each  other's  throats  they 
flew.  No  need  of  "Give  'em  a  growl!"  here.  They  snarled, 
they  shouted,  they  whooped,  they  went  for  the  throat  and  got 
their  man.  They  crouched  over  vicious  "Short  points,  "  they 
lunged  and  made  fatal  "Long  points";  they  parried  and 
thrust,  and  sent  their  blades  home  (through  the  curve  of  the 
elbow).  And  bayonet  faces!  As  many  demons  could  not 
have  put  more  malice,  more  ferocity  into  a  human  counte- 
nance, than  did  these  fighters.  If  the  two  teams  only  could 
have  been  transported  bodily  and  set  down  that  very  minute 
"Somewhere  in  the  Somme  sector,"  they  would  have  broken 
through  the  Hun  lines  and  would  have  gone  hurtling  across 
the  Rhine  like  a  streak  of  lightning. 

The  Machine  Gun  mules  were  there  and  they  had  brought 
the  men  with  them.  The  whistle  blew  and  they  dashed  into 
action.  In  a  cloud  of  dust,  under  the  death-dealing  hail  of 
Boche  shrapnel,  high  explosive  shells,  and  phosgene  gas,  the 
men  threw  themselves  on  the  ground,  and  "mounted  guns." 
Given  the  range,  they  released  such  a  torrent  of  steel  that  the 
enemy  melted  like  snow  before  the  sun,  and  amid  the  plaudits 
of  the  civilians,  and  the  click  of  the  camera,  the  mules  led 
the  gunners  off  the  field. 

The  One  Pounder  shot  higher  than  ever  and  the  Intelligence 
Section  lived  up  to  its  name.  Then  came  another  bayonet 
contest,  at  the  end  of  which  several  men  simulated  wounds 
and  remained  on  the  field  after  the  combatants  had  withdrawn. 
It  was  now  time  for  the  release  of  the  Grand  Surprise,  a  one- 
reel  comedy  by  the  Pill  Battery. 

The  Medical  Detachment  was  to  startle  the  Regiment  with 
a  demonstration  of  First  Aid.  The  Corps  men  were  to  set  up 


"The  Pill  Rollers'  Last  Stand"  131 

a  dressing  station,  send  out  stretcher-bearers  for  the  wounded, 
and  bring  them  back  to  the  First  Aid  Station.  This  was  all  to 
be  done  in  the  space  of  five  minutes.  Speed  was  the  "motif" ! 
Captain  Peterson  marshaled  his  forces  at  one  end  of  the  field. 
The  Battery  prepared  for  action! 

Out  dashed  horse  and  cart,  followed  by  the  Hospital  Corps 
in  column  of  fours.  The  center  of  the  field  was  reached,  the 
horse  unhitched  and  led  to  a  safe  distance,  and  using  the  cart 
as  a  support,  a  Dressing  Station  was  quickly  improvised  by 
stretching  a  shelter-half  from  the  cart  to  a  pair  of  poles.  A 
litter  placed  across  two  chests  served  as  an  operating  table. 
Across  the  field  to  the  wounded  men  sped  the  litter  bearers. 
Amid  the  applause  of  the  audience  they  applied  the  necessary 
splints  and  dressings,  and  in  a  short  time  had  carried  the 
patients  back  to  the  Dressing  Station. 

One  minute  still  remained  in  which  to  dismantle  the  First 
Aid  Station,  load  the  cart,  coax  the  horse  into  the  cart  and 
leave  the  field.  But  there  was  the  horse  to  be  reckoned  with! 
Under  ordinary  conditions,  to  manage  this  animal  would  have 
been  difficult,  and  the  Corps  had  often  speculated  as  to  just 
what  would  happen  when  he  started  to  prick  up  his  ears  and 
get  that  loco  look  at  the  sound  of  the  Minnewurfer  and  the 
Soixante-Quinze ! 

The  hour  had  struck.  The  horse  must  be  led  back  to  the 
cart  and  inducted  into  the  shafts.  It  was  a  life-sized  job,  but 
the  irony  of  fate  had  assigned  it  to  the  smallest  man  in  the 
Detachment.  Gingerly,  he  approached  the  horse  from  the 
rear.  The  watchful  animal  felt  his  presence,  but  registered 
stony  indifference.  Apologetically  the  little  man  looked  up  at 
the  animal  and  with  great  circumspection  grasped  the  bridle. 
Straightway  the  horse  assumed  a  belligerent  attitude,  laid  his 
ears  back,  planted  his  fore  feet  squarely,  and  gave  a  defiant 
snort.  The  little  man  looked  apprehensively  at  the  towering 
brute,  then  his  affrighted  gaze  swept  the  vast  assemblage  of 


132  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

spectators.  It  was  a  critical  moment.  The  camera  froze  him 
with  its  one  unsympathetic  optic;  like  a  death-knell  its  stac- 
cato click  smote  his  ears. 

At  last  he  signaled  to  his  comrades  for  help.  In  their 
eagerness  they  would  have  bolted  right  in  front  of  the  horse, 
but,  despite  his  embarrassment,  the  little  driver  had  sufficient 
presence  of  mind  to  warn  them  to  approach  cautiously.  They 
divided  into  three  sections,  thinking  to  steal  upon  the  horse 
from  the  rear  and  to  envelop  his  flanks.  Somehow,  the 
perverse  animal  detected  the  contemplated  maneuver,  and 
suddenly  wheeling  around,  started  to  balk  in  a  fashion  that 
struck  terror  into  the  hearts  of  even  the  most  doughty  Pill 
Roller. 

Meantime  the  minutes  were  speeding  by.  The  audience 
was  still  sympathetically  attentive,  but  the  public  is  fickle. 
A  few  minutes  longer  and  it  would  be  not  only  mirthful  but 
mocking.  What  was  to  be  done?  The  Pill  Rollers  looked  at 
one  another  blankly.  Ridicule  stared  them  in  the  face. 

Suddenly,  an  old  soldier  spoke  up:  "Give  the  horse  a  shot 
of  morphine  and  we  can  haul  the  cart  off  the  field  ourselves!" 
He  had  cut  the  Gordian  knot!  Everyone  heaved  a  deep  sigh 
of  relief.  The  needle  was  produced,  and  while  the  others  held 
the  horse,  one  man,  more  valiant  than  the  rest,  plunged  the 
needle  deep  into  the  horse's  neck.  Soon  the  animal  toppled 
over  and  lay  stretched  upon  the  ground  and  the  Corps  men 
turned  to  the  abandoned  cart. 

Led  by  the  Sandow  of  the  outfit,  a  half-dozen  husky  medi- 
cos grasped  it  by  the  shafts,  and  amidst  the  jeers  of  the  infan- 
try and  the  cheers  of  the  civilians,  pulled  it  off  the  field.  The 
camera  clicked  on  and  the  Commanding  General,  his  Staff,  and 
their  guests  went  over  to  the  pavilion  for  tea.  The  partici- 
pants marched  back  to  Camp  and  "Army  Straight." 


The  First  Fire  Call  at  Camp   Fremont 

ALTHOUGH  the  daily  army  routine  as  outlined  by 
Uncle  Sam  for  his  soldiers  is  built  around  the  prin- 
ciples, "alertness  and  snap,"  "punch  and  pep,"  as 
our  own  Colonel  Aloe  describes  it,  the  one  time  when  every 
man  must  be  on  his  toes  and  ready  to  go  regardless  of  circum- 
stances is  when  fire  call  sounds. 

No  matter  whether  the  call  of  the  bugler,  usually  preceded 
by  warning  shots  by  the  sentinels  on  post  is  blown  at  high  noon 
or  in  the  dead  of  night,  the  soldier  must  be  ready  to  "fall  in" 
in  "two  counts" — one  to  hit  the  floor,  and  the  other  to  form 
in  line ! 

Fire  calls  were  not  very  numerous  while  the  Twelfth  was 
stationed  at  Camp  Fremont.  In  fact,  the  men  who  joined  the 
organization  in  May  did  not  have  a  chance  to  respond  to  one 
until  the  first  Saturday  in  October,  at  about  3:30  A.M. 

It  was  the  night  before  the  last  divisional  review,  after 
which  the  "Pathfinder"  Division  began  to  break  camp  to 
move  eastward.  Every  man  in  the  Regiment  had  retired  early 
under  orders  to  be  ready  to  stand  reveille  at  4:30  the  next 
morning  instead  of  5:30.  During  the  night,  dark  clouds 
gathered  from  the  southwest  and  a  gentle  California  autumnal 
rain  was  falling.  Not  a  sound  could  be  heard  through  the  big 
camp  with  the  exception  of  an  occasional  muffled  ring  from 
an  alarm  clock,  awakening  the  company  cooks  so  that  break- 
fast might  be  prepared  in  time,  or  the  challenging  of  sentinels. 

Suddenly  a  chorus  of  sharp  pistol-shots  intermingled  with 

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i34  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

the  call  "Fire!"  by  the  sentinels  rent  the  air.  Buglers, 
awakened  by  the  outcry,  were  soon  on  duty,  racing  from  one 
company  street  to  another,  sounding  the  call  for  fire.  Weird 
shrieks  from  the  camp  siren  horns  and  those  attached  to  the 
big  fire  trucks  were  heard  on  all  sides. 

There  was  a  fire.  Older  men  of  the  Regiment  who  knew 
only  too  well  what  that  meant,  rushed  into  the  company 
streets  and  aroused  the  sleeping  soldiers,  warning  them  that 
they  must  get  out,  and  get  out  "on  the  double,"  regardless  of 
whether  they  were  entirely  clothed  or  not. 

And  the  soldiers  "got  out"  too.  In  a  few  seconds'  time  the 
streets  were  swarming  with  soldiers,  hurrying  to  get  into  com- 
pany formation.  Chased  from  their  warm  bunks  by  the 
alarm,  the  new  men  indeed  presented  a  humorous  spectacle. 
All  of  them,  of  course,  were  out.  But  the  apparel  of  some  was 
too  scanty  to  describe! 

In  the  first  platoon  of  Machine  Gun  Company,  for  instance, 
an  excited  soldier  stood  with  his  hat,  shirt,  and  trousers  on; 
that  was  about  all,  too.  A  sock  graced  his  left  foot  and  he 
held  a  shoe  and  legging  in  his  hands — while  he  was  making  a 
vain  attempt  to  act  cool.  Many  of  the  men  ran  out  and  lined 
up  without  shoes,  hats,  or  coats.  Others  had  been  fortunate 
enough  to  hear  the  first  call  and  were  fully  dressed  with  the 
possible  exception  of  leggings. 

Everyone  was  trying  to  appear  cool  and  collected.  In  this 
the  older  men  of  the  Company  succeeded,  but  it  was  hardly 
possible  for  the  newer  men.  The  dark  clouds  over  head  were 
brightened  almost  continuously  by  the  fiery  sheets  of  flame 
which  leaped  upward. 

Not  until  the  officers  arrived  a  few  minutes  later,  and  an- 
nounced that  the  Company  would  not  be  needed  to  help  fight 
the  fire  as  recall  had  already  gone,  did  the  men  have  an  oppor- 
tunity to  relax  from  the  strenuous  excitement  of  the  preceding 
ten  minutes. 


The  First  Fire  Call  at  Camp  Fremont       135 

Soon  afterwards  word  came  through  headquarters  from  a 
member  of  the  Company  who  had  "beat  it "  through  the  guards 
that  the  old  skating  rink  at  Menlo  Park,  situated  about  half 
a  mile  from  the  camp  proper,  had  burned. 


Last  Days  at  Camp  Fremont 

THE  Regiment  was  packing  up.  The  long  months  of 
drill  were  over,  the  tedious  weeks  of  quarantine  would 
soon  be  a  memory,  and  now  almost  any  day  would  see 
the  Twelfth  Infantry  shouldering  packs  for  a  joyous  march 
to  the  long  line  of  coaches  that  would  transport  the  Regiment 
across  the  continent.  From  Headquarters  down  to  Company 
"  M, "  the  varicolored  boxes  gave  the  streets  a  gala  appearance. 
Each  battalion  had  its  own  combination  of  colors,  crimson  and 
red,  black  and  white,  green  and  black,  and  on  all  the  boxes,  that 
magic  triangle,  "A.  E.  F.,"  symbolic  of  the  wonderful  possi- 
bilities that  the  future  held  in  store. 

The  unmistakable  signs  of  our  early  departure  were  every- 
where and  nothing  indicative  of  moving  was  overlooked  by 
the  men  of  the  Regiment.  A  large  pile  of  cordwood  had  ap- 
peared near  Headquarters.  Under  the  watchful  eyes  of  the 
sentries  the  prisoners  had  carefully  split  it  into  stove  size. 

"For  the  Cook  Car  on  the  trip  across  the  continent, "  said 
the  Color  Sergeant  in  a  whisper,  "we'll  get  our  orders  any  day 
now;  all  we're  waiting  for  is  that  telegram  from  Washington." 
This  passed  like  wild-fire  from  tent  to  tent,  and  was  soon  part 
of  the  ever-increasing  host  of  rumors. 

The  air  was  surcharged  with  the  intense  excitement  of  ex- 
pectancy. Everyone  was  on  his  toes.  And  good  reason,  too. 
Were  not  these  last  days  the  culmination  of  the  hard  work,  the 
incessant  drill,  the  hopes,  the  fears,  and  the  repeated  disap- 
pointments of  months?  There  were  old  soldiers  in  the  Regi- 

136 


Last  Days  at  Camp  Fremont  137 

ment  who  had  fought  the  Spanish  in  Cuba,  Aguinaldo  and  the 
Moros  in  the  Philippines;  there  were  boys  who  had  joined  the 
Colors  at  the  outbreak  of  the  trouble  with  Mexico,  and  had 
fought  Mexicans,  centipedes,  tarantulas,  and  rattlesnakes  on 
the  Border.  Enlisted  men  and  drafted  men,  the  Texan  who 
had  followed  the  head-hunter  through  tropical  swamps,  the 
Missourian  who  had  pursued  the  ''imaginary  enemy"  of  the 
F.  S.  R.  through  three  hitches,  and  the  Bostonian  and  New 
Yorker  who  had  learned  to  hold  their  first  pivot  but  six  weeks 
before — old  soldier  and  recruit  were  keyed  up  to  the  breaking 
point.  They  could  hardly  sleep  at  night  for  fear  that  some- 
thing might  happen  to  countermand  the  order  for  their  depar- 
ture, or  that  the  War  would  be  over  before  they  left  even  the 
Cantonment. 

That  hostilities  might  end  was  a  much  dreaded  possibility, 
for  almost  every  Saturday  night  the  Dove  of  Peace  would 
flutter  over  the  Camp  in  the  guise  of  the  "Extras"  of  the  San 
Francisco  newspapers  declaring  that  it  was  reported  that 
Germany  was  about  to  ask  for  an  Armistice. 

All  horses,  mules,  and  wagons  had  been  turned  in  to  the 
Remount  Depot,  as  were  all  surplus  articles  of  equipment. 
Light  underwear,  canvas  leggings,  and  all  clothing  not  included 
in  the  overseas  equipment  had  been  returned  to  the  Supply 
Sergeants,  and  the  floors  of  the  Supply  Tents  were  heaped  high 
with  discarded  clothing.  All  day  the  brains  of  the  Supply 
Sergeants  reeled  with  the  conglomeration  of  articles  that  were 
to  be  checked  and  rechecked,  while  at  night  (if  they  were  able 
to  find  time  to  lie  down  at  all),  they  tossed  restlessly,  their 
sleep  broken  by  nightmares  of  drowning  in  which  they  strug- 
gled for  breath  in  an  ever-mounting  tide  of  canvas  leggings, 
russet  shoes,  cotton  underwear,  barrack-bags,  and  shelter  halves. 
In  addition  to  the  colossal  task  of  checking  the  thousands 
of  articles  that  were  being  turned  in,  was  the  equally  huge 
labor  of  issuing  and  checking  the  new  overseas  equipment. 


138  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

Everyone  had  been  issued  heavy  wool  clothing  and  trench 
shoes.  How  reluctant  we  all  were  to  part  with  our  tailored 
uniforms  and  dress  shoes!  What  memories  of  those  care-free 
hours  of  the  week-end  pass  clung  to  those  clothes!  And  when 
we  turned  them  in,  how  much  more  went  with  them  than  the 
mere  articles  checked  off  in  the  little  ruled  spaces  of  the  Cloth- 
ing Slip.  How  queer  the  clumsy,  cowhide  shoes,  what  jests 
and  gibes  the  heavy  hobs  provoked!  Yet,  they  made  us  feel 
more  like  soldiers  and  it  seemed  as  if  at  last  we  were  to  be  real 
fighters. 

These  final  days,  above  all,  were  days  of  elimination.  After 
we  had  learned  that  we  could  not  take  our  barrack-bags  with 
us,  what  surprising  discoveries  were  made  with  regard  to  what 
we  could  get  along  without!  The  exigencies  of  space  forced  us 
to  strip  ourselves  down  to  the  bare  necessities. 

The  Quarantine  had  complicated  matters  somewhat.  Many 
of  the  men  had  brought  their  families  to  Palo  Alto  during 
the  long  period  of  training  and  there  were  a  hundred  and 
one  little  odds  and  ends  that  each  one  felt  that  he  should  at- 
tend to  before  leaving.  Under  the  quarantine,  it  was  im- 
possible either  to  leave  or  to  return  to  the  Regimental  confines. 
For  weeks  the  sentries  had  paced  about  the  Regimental  area 
and  before  the  entire  Division  was  put  in  quarantine,  friends 
and  relatives  were  permitted  to  visit  the  men  of  the  Regiment 
at  six  paces  distance.  During  the  sunny  October  afternoons, 
the  surrounding  streets  were  gay  with  the  dresses  of  sweet- 
hearts, mothers,  and  sisters,  as  they  stood  here  and  there  in 
pathetic  little  groups,  talking  with  "their  soldier  boy,"  for 
what  might  perhaps  be  the  last  time.  Meanwhile,  the  sentry 
would  pass  and  repass,  as  he  walked  his  post,  taking  care  that 
the  prescribed  six  paces  were  maintained.  Often  the  visitors 
would  bring  lunch  or  supper  from  the  nearby  Hostess  House, 
and  then  would  follow  a  curious  sort  of  picnic,  one  half  of  the 
party  within  the  quarantined  area,  while  the  other  remained 


Victory-Peace  Celebration,  New  York 


Sky  line,  New  York  City 


Packed  aboard  the  ferry 


Wall  Street  on  Victory  Day 


New  York  Bay 


Camp  Mills  to  Newport  News 


Our  troopship — 

The  U.  S.  S.  "Pocahoatas" 


Glad  to  be  on  dry 
land  once  more 


First  Battalion  goes  to  Norfolk 


Last  Days  at  Camp  Fremont  139 

six  paces  out  in  the  road.  When  the  sentry's  back  was  turned, 
the  food  was  passed  quickly  to  the  "  prisoners." 

But  as  the  severity  of  the  epidemic  increased,  and  the  en- 
tire Division  was  placed  in  quarantine,  it  became  necessary  to 
take  away  even  this  privilege,  and  despite  the  fact  that  the 
Regiment  might  leave  upon  scant  notice,  everyone,  from  the 
Colonel  down  to  the  raw  recruit,  was  unable  to  communicate 
with  his  relatives  save  by  telephone,  letter,  or  telegraph. 

How  strangly  quiet  everything  had  become  with  the  Di- 
visional quarantine!  How  curious  seemed  the  absence  of  the 
whir  of  automobiles  along  Santa  Cruz  Avenue,  and  how  de- 
serted the  Regimental  borders  with  only  the  khaki  clad  sen- 
tries! Gone  the  gay  colored  dresses  and  vanished  the  bright 
green  parasols ! 

Now,  as  never  before,  did  the  men  of  the  Regiment  realize 
that  there  was  a  Chaplain.  Indeed,  they  were  glad  that  the 
latest  Tables  of  Organization  provided  for  three  chaplains.  The 
old-time  Army  Chaplain  may  have  been  content  with  being 
solely  a  "spiritual  advisor,"  but  during  these  last  days  the 
Chaplain  was  called  upon  for  almost  any  service. 

And  what  a  good  old  world  it  seemed  to  us  all,  that  wonder- 
ful place  beyond  the  veiling  oak  trees.  How  ironical,  that 
despite  our  nearness,  it  should  still  be  so  far  removed!  As 
was  often  heard  in  the  Regiment  during  this  trying  period,  "  If 
we  were  in  France,  we  wouldn't  mind  so  much,  but  here  we  are, 
right  close  to  our  relatives  and  friends;  some  of  us  may  never 
come  back, — and  yet  we  cannot  see  them!" 

There  was  no  errand  that  was  not  entrusted  to  the  Chaplain. 
He  was  preacher,  lawyer,  banker ,  expressman,  sport  promoter, 
movie  man,  notary — mother,  father,  sister,  brother,  to  3,500 
men.  Daily  he  would  leave  for  Palo  Alto,  his  pockets  bulging 
with  money  orders,  drafts,  checks,  telegrams,  and  his  brain 
reeling  with  the  multitudinous  commissions  with  which  he  had 
been  entrusted.  To  add  to  his  difficulties,  the  large  tent  which 


140  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

had  served  him  as  chapel,  theater,  and  recreation  hall  had  been 
struck  and  was  already  packed  up.  As  one  doughboy  put  it, 
"  I'd  go  mad  if  I  were  in  his  place.  The  poor  man  has  no  place 
that  he  can  call  home  or  office,  nothing  but  an  open  field  to  run 
around  in  and  no  place  to  hide  from  the  clamoring  mob  who 
are  begging  him  to  cash  a  draft,  sell  them  stamps,  send  a  tele- 
gram, or  despatch  their  suitcase." 

And  the  Canteen.  What  would  the  Regiment  have  done 
without  it?  Somehow,  when  there  is  nothing  else  to  do,  the 
doughboy  begins  to  feel  a  gnawing  sensation  in  the  region  of 
his  stomach.  Failing  this,  he  gets  thirsty,  or  wants  a  smoke. 
No  civilian  will  ever  know  what  a  craving  for  sweets  follows 
the  combination  of  hard  drill  and  Army  chow.  The  Quaran- 
tine barred  the  Y  and  the  K.  C.  and  we  could  not  go  to  town. 
But  there  was  the  Canteen. 

During  these  days  the  Canteen  did  a  phenomenal  business. 
Picture  a  general  merchandise  store,  restaurant,  candy,  and 
ice-cream  parlor  all  rolled  into  one  with  the  monopoly  of  the 
trade  of  3,500  men,  and  you  have  Big  Business.  Since  sanitary 
restrictions  forbade  promiscuous  congregating,  it  was  found 
necessary  to  close  the  Canteen  as  a  store.  The  men  were  per- 
mitted to  line  up  before  the  door  and  the  clerks  would  bring 
out  whatever  purchases  they  wished  to  make.  And  line  up 
they  did,  as  early  and  late  as  the  worn-out  clerks  would  work. 
There  they  would  stand,  clamoring  to  be  waited  upon,  while 
the  harassed  clerks  tried  in  vain  to  satisfy  their  demands  for 
"Service."  There  were  two  lines,  each  often  more  than  a 
hundred  feet  long;  one  lead  to  the  pie  and  ice-cream  counter, 
the  other  to  the  exchange  counter.  Four  sentries,  two  on  each 
"queue"  kept  the  men  lined  up.  And  how  they  would  tackle 
those  pies,  after  that  long  wait  for  the  privilege  of  digging  into 
them !  In  one  day,  from  twelve  noon  until  seven-thirty  in  the 
evening,  the  Canteen  reported  the  sale  of  2,250  pies!  Then 
the  supply  ran  out.  And  soda  pop !  Two  dozen  cases  would 


Last  Days  at  Camp  Fremont  141 

not  last  two  minutes!  Quarantine  made  these  men  both 
hungry  and  thirsty.  Four  thousand  eight  hundred  bottles 
of  soda  water  was  one  day's  sale.  Apples  went  as  fast,  the 
average  daily  sale  being  at  least  fifty  boxes. 

Equally  as  busy  as  the  Canteen  was  the  telephone  booth. 
There  was  the  one  vital  link  with  the  outside  world,  this  won- 
derful medium  by  which  the  anxious  mother,  wife,  or  sweet- 
heart could  hear  the  voice  of  her  loved  one,  despite  the  line 
of  M.  P.'s  surrounding  the  Camp,  and  the  chain  of  sentries  who 
paced  day  and  night  around  the  limits  of  the  Regiment. 
Strangely  enough,  although  telegrams  were  subject  to  military 
censorship,  even  up  until  the  very  hour  of  departure,  the  mails 
and  the  telephone  wires  were  uncensored.  To  the  considerate- 
ness  of  whatever  benevolent  soul  in  leather  puttees  this  liberal 
policy  was  due,  no  one  ever  knew,  but  what  grateful  prayers 
must  have  ascended  to  the  Pearly  Gates  in  his  behalf! 

The  celestial  wires  were  heavily  charged  with  the  thankful 
petitions  of  lover  and  maid,  mother  and  son,  husband  and 
wife.  From  before  daybreak  until  the  wee  small  hours,  the 
telephone  booth  had  its  line-up.  Three  thousand  five  hundred 
men  and  only  one  telephone  booth!  Connecting  this  lone 
booth  with  all  of  northern  California  was  the  one  small  ex- 
change in  Palo  Alto.  Small  wonder  that  even  when  one  was 
fortunate  enough  to  get  anywhere  near  the  telephone,  it  was  a 
matter  of  hours  before  he  could  get  any  reply  to  a  long-distance 
call. 

The  influenza  was  beginning  to  make  itself  felt.  The 
length  of  the  line-up  at  the  Canteen  was  exceeded  only  by  the 
number  of  men  who  reported  daily  on  Sick  Call.  Ambulances 
filled  with  masked  patients  left  almost  hourly  for  the  Base 
Hospital,  and  the  temporary  hospital  that  had  been  established 
at  Headquarters  was  crowded.  The  Colonel,  the  Regimental 
Supply  Sergeant,  a  Battalion  Sergeant  Major  and  the  Supply 
Officer  were  all  stricken,  and  at  times  there  were  grave  fears 


142  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

that  the  departure  of  the  Regiment  would  be  delayed  because 
of  the  number  of  men  who  had  been  transferred  to  the  Base 
Hospital. 

Suddenly,  on  Monday,  October  2ist,  came  the  order  to 
strike  tents  and  to  empty  our  bedsacks.  The  great  day  had 
come.  On  the  bulletin  boards  was  posted  our  new  address, 
"care  of  the  A.  E.  F.  via  New  York. " 

That  night  was  the  nearest  thing  to  a  carnival  that  the 
Regiment  had  ever  witnessed.  The  myriads  of  incandescent 
lights  which  dangled  from  the  wires  over  the  empty  tent  frames 
shed  a  mellow  radiance  over  the  groups  who  gathered  in  the 
streets  and  sang  the  songs  that  had  seemed  to  go  along  with 
the  drill.  Never  had  we  sung  Oier  There  with  such  enthusiasm. 
We  were  going  over  at  last,  we  felt  it,  we  knew  it.  Never 
before  had  the  song,  There's  a  Long,  Long  Trail  meant  so  much 
to  us!  Now  and  then  the  night  would  seem  as  day  in  the 
intense  white  light  of  a  flare.  As  the  bright  radiance  spent 
itself  and  the  dim  outlines  of  the  momentarily  revealed  oaks 
were  lost  in  the  obscurity  of  the  night,  the  hiss  of  a  rocket 
would  rise  above  the  murmurs  of  the  camp  and  the  meteor- 
like  projectile  would  describe  its  fiery  course  across  the  dark 
canopy  overhead.  The  Signal  Platoon  was  celebrating  with 
its  expendable  fireworks. 

We  had  emptied  our  bed  sacks  that  afternoon  on  the  grow- 
ing mountain  of  straw  that  was  piling  up  near  Morrison  Field. 
Our  packs  were  all  rolled  and  ready  to  put  on  our  backs,  with 
the  exception  of  the  extra  blanket  left  out  for  that  night,  but 
everyone  was  so  joyful,  so  exuberantly  happy  at  the  prospect 
of  leaving,  that  he  would  scarcely  have  slept  had  he  had  the 
downiest  pillow  instead  of  the  bare  canvas  cot  which,  supple- 
mented by  a  pair  of  blankets  and  an  overcoat,  served  as  a 
couch  for  those  who  cared  to  snatch  their  forty  winks.  As 
the  night  grew  colder,  many  gathered  in  the  bath-houses  for 
there  the  gas  water-heaters  afforded  some  warmth. 


Last  Days  at  Camp  Fremont 


In  the  kitchens  the  cooks  were  busy  making  sandwiches 
for  the  morrow,  long  after  the  bugler  had  blown  taps  and  the 
bells  of  the  nearby  convent  had  tolled  midnight. 

The  next  day  would  see  the  finale  of  the  tedious  months  of 
drill  and  rumor.  The  Twelfth  would  leave  Fremont  and  its 
spreading  oaks  for  the  Gateway  to  the  Great  Adventure,  the 
Port  of  Embarkation. 

The  Port  of  Embarkation!  What  magical  words;  what 
boundless  vistas  they  opened  up !  How  charged  with  possi- 
bilities! They  might  mean  anything.  Would  we  leave  the 
States  from  "an  Atlantic  port"  for  France,  as  had  the  hun- 
dreds of  thousands  who  had  crossed  the  seas  before  us,  or 
would  we  follow  the  contingent  that  had  gone  to  Siberia? 
And  what  route  would  we  take?  How  long  would  we  be  on 
the  road?  How  many  of  us  would  come  back?  What  a 
remarkable  fascination  in  the  very  uncertainty  of  it  all !  Far 
flung,  indeed,  was  the  battle-line  of  our  imagination  from 
the  blood-soaked  fields  of  Flanders  to  the  shores  of  the  Yellow 
Sea. 


Eight  Trains,  Eight  Days,  the  Pride 
of  the  Eighth 

QUITE  a  coincidence,  eh!  Eight  trains  of  war-hungry 
soldiers,  the  pride  of  the  Eighth  Division  spending 
Eight  long  days  with  the  brakies,  speeding  across  the 
continent.  Resentment  to  the  word  "speeding"  as  applied  to 
the  trip  may  be  shown  by  the  majority  of  the  men  of  the 
Twelfth.  For,  if  the  writer  remembers  correctly,  there  was  little 
"speeding"  done  on  the  trip,  and  furthermore  the  twenty -five 
mile  per  limit  for  troop  trains  as  determined  by  our  esteemed 
friend  and  boss,  Uncle  Sam,  was  not  violated.  That  is,  it  was 
not  exceeded,  and  if  any  violation  occurred  it  was  because  the 
trains  did  not  travel  up  to  the  prescribed  limit. 

Leaving  at  regular  intervals  during  the  forty-eight-hour 
period  including  October  226.  and  23d,  the  personnel  of  the 
Twelfth  aboard  tourist  cars  were  soon  well  out  of  the  mild 
climate  of  "Sunny"  California  by  the  northern  route  through 
the  snow-capped  Sierras  into  the  barren  desert  lands,  and  by 
the  southern  route  through  the  Mojave  Desert,  around  by  the 
way  of  New  Mexico  and  Arizona.  As  was  the  case  of  the  forty- 
two  trains  which  carried  the  Eighth  Division  on  the  trip,  the 
eight  trains  transporting  the  Twelfth  were  about  equally 
divided  between  the  northern  and  southern  routes. 

The  men  who  boarded  trains  taking  the  southern  route, 
although  apparently  having  the  worst  end  of  the  affair  during 

the  first  few  days  of  the  trip,  undoubtedly  had  a  more  interesting 

144 


Eight  Trains,  Eight  Days,  Pride  of  the  Eighth    145 

wind -up  than  the  other  sections  of  the  Regiment.  At  Detroit, 
Michigan,  the  trains  were  run  aboard  a  train-ferry  and  trans- 
ported across  the  Detroit  River  to  Windsor,  Canada.  Arriving 
at  Niagara  Falls  all  of  the  men  were  given  an  opportunity  to 
see  the  falls  from  the  Canada  side.  Soon  after  entraining  again 
at  the  falls,  the  river  was  crossed  and  taking  a  southwesterly 
course  the  troops  were  soon  well  back  into  the  States. 

Although  the  trip  was  a  long  and  tedious  one,  naturally 
tiresome  considering  the  fact  that  the  cars  were  crowded  with 
the  extra  equipment,  plenty  of  thrills  were  afforded  the  men 


through  the  fact  that  several  of  the  trains  were  wrecked— 
principally  cars  becoming  detached  and  left  stranded  while  the 
rest  of  the  train  proceeded  till  the  trouble  was  discovered. 


146  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

The  Red  Cross,  as  usual,  was  on  hand  at  nearly  every  stop 
with  cigarettes  and  candies.  The  men  had  an  opportunity  to 
enjoy  the  hospitality  of  the  Red  Cross  in  a  dozen  or  more 
States  on  the  trip  and  were  universal  in  their  opinion  that  this 
organization  was  the  "same  good "  everywhere.  The  Y.  M.  C. 
A.  also  came  in  for  their  share  of  the  good  work.  At  Cleveland 
the  "Y"  extended  an  invitation  to  the  officers  to  allow  their 
men  to  visit  the  big  "Y"  building  during  the  three-hour  lay- 
over there.  Did  the  dusky  doughboys  take  advantage  of  the 
invitation?  Well  we  should  hope  so,  and  after  a  half -hour's 
struggle  with  the  showers  and  a  few  snappy  bouts  in  the  gym, 
which  took  up  the  major  part  of  the  three  hours,  the  soldiers 
appeared  noticeably  refreshened  and  boarded  the  trains  feeling 
"fit  as  a  fiddle." 

All  of  the  sections,  into  which  the  Regiment  was  divided 
for  the  trip,  had  their  stories  of  the  best  reception  of  the  trip, 
but  the  one  as  told  by  a  part  of  the  Provisional  Battalion 
regarding  their  stop-over  at  Bath,  New  York,  a  prosperous 
town  of  20,000  inhabitants  situated  in  the  Catskill  Mountains, 
seemed  to  be  the  best.  Arriving  over  the  Knickerbocker 
Limited  about  two  o'clock  in  the  afternoon,  the  day  before  they 
reached  Hoboken,  the  major  in  charge  of  the  train  directed  that 
the  men  remove  all  equipment  from  the  cars  for  the  first  in- 
spection of  the  trip.  Lining  up  with  full  equipment  near  the 
railroad  station,  the  soldiers  soon  were  surrounded  by  hundreds 
of  the  citizens  of  the  town.  Although  scores  of  troop  trains 
passed  through  this  place  weekly,  none  ever  stopped  long  enough 
for  the  soldiers  to  detrain.  The  only  soldiers  who  had  ever 
stopped  over  in  the  town  were  a  battalion  of  artillery  which 
marched  in  the  Labor  Day  parade  last  fall. 

It  seemed  that  the  whole  town  had  gathered  at  the  station 
in  a  few  minutes.  The  people  could  not  do  enough  for  the 
men,  it  appeared.  After  fifteen  minutes  of  snappy  calisthenics 
the  soldiers  in  squad  formation  marched  through  the  principal 


Eight  Trains,  Eight  Days,  Pride  of  the  Eighth  147 

streets  of  the  city,  and  at  the  conclusion  of  the  parade,  were 
treated  to  a  hot  lunch  in  a  down- town  restaurant.  While 
they  were  waiting  at  the  station  for  the  command  to  again 
board  the  train,  the  Red  Cross  with  the  aid  of  a  score  or  more 
business  men  distributed  smokes,  fruit,  and  candies  and  when 
the  train  pulled  out  sent  them  on  the  road  with  a  series  of 
rousing  cheers. 

As  the  trains  made  stops  of  from  one  to  three  hours  prac- 
tically every  day,  the  soldiers  had  an  opportunity  to  get  a 
glimpse  at  several  large  cities  during  the  trip.  Each  morning, 
weather  permitting,  they  detrained  and  were  put  through  a 
stiff  series  of  calisthenics,  usually  followed  by  a  short  hike. 
In  case  the  weather  was  inclement  and  would  not  permit  out- 
side "setting-up  exercises"  the  aisles  of  the  cars  were  made  to 
serve  the  purpose. 

One  disappointing  phase  of  the  trip  to  the  soldiers  was  the 
fact  that  the  trains  passed  through  practically  every  large  city 
at  night.  Commencing  with  the  stop  after  dusk  the  first  day 
out  at  Sacramento,  Ogden,  Utah,  Omaha,  Nebraska,  Chicago, 
Cleveland,  and  Buffalo  were  in  the  majority  of  cases  passed 
through  during  the  wee  hours  of  the  morning.  At  Chicago  as 
one  of  the  doughboys  described  it,  "our  train  must  have  been 
mistaken  for  a  cattle  train,  for  the  switching  crew  played  ping- 
pong  with  us  in  the  stockyards  nearly  all  night." 

Detraining  upon  their  arrival  at  Hoboken  and  boarding  a 
ferry  for  the  trip  up  the  harbor  to  the  Long  Island  railway 
for  the  last  lap  of  the  journey  to  Camp  Mills,  the  soldiers 
found  plenty  of  entertainment,  taking  in  the  scenes  around 
the  harbor. 

Outside  of  a  few  cases  of  "flu"  the  men  of  the  Regiment 
arrived  at  Camp  Mills  in  good  shape  and  had  soon  forgotten 
their  experiences  of  the  past  eight  days,  looking  forward  to  the 
preparation  for  and  the  big  trip  across  the  pond. 


Off  Again !   On  Again !   Camp  Mills 

"T^XTRA!  Extra!  All  'bout  the  Wa-haw!"  shrieked 
I  jj  the  newsboy  in  the  early  morning  subsequent  to  our 
arrival  about  midnight  at  Camp  Mills. 

Needless  to  say  his  method  of  salesmanship  brought  little 
response  on  that  particular  morning.  For  having  hiked  two 
miles  in  the  dark  with  full  field  packs  on  our  backs,  we  were 
not  disposed  toward  early  rising.  Particularly  when  upon  our 
arrival,  we  were  obliged  to  raise  a  tent,  search  for  bunks,  and 
long  for  bedsacks,  till  sleep  overtook  us.  Another  bedlam  of 
excitement  had  been  occasioned  by  the  general  stampede  for 
equipment  that  had  been  discarded  promiscuously  in  the  dark. 
Accusations,  charging  everyone  in  general,  and  no  one  in 
particular,  with  most  any  crime  from  petty  larceny  to  em- 
bezzlement, were  rampant  and  disturbed  the  midnight  quie- 
tude. Finally  everyone  had  taken  someone's  equipment  and 
turned  in. 

For  that  inconsiderate  newsboy  to  shout,  "All  about  the 
Wa-haw,"  before  noon,  was  to  us  a  heinous  crime  deserving 
court-martial. 

During  this  first  day,  little  occurred  except  that  we  took  a 
much-needed  bath.  Some  spent  the  time  making  the  acquaint- 
ance of  newsboys  and  the  natives  of  Long  Island.  These  in- 
dividuals were  of  an  affable  disposition  and  assured  us  that, 
considering  the  time  of  year,  we  were  being  blessed  with  ex- 
ceptionally fine  weather.  This  at  scarcely  more  than  thirty 
degrees  above!  But  that  night  it  broke  loose  by  commencing 

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Off  Again!  On  Again!  Camp  Mills    •       149 

to  rain  pitch-forks  and  hammer-handles  at  double  time.  In 
tents,  much  the  worse  for  long  service,  we  were  baptized  with 
enough  over-head  irrigation  to  have  converted  the  Mojave 
Desert  into  a  sea.  Then  we  rose  to  dress  with  our  feet  dabbling 
in  a  "River  Jordan,  "  which  flowed  turbulently  under  our  bunk 
and  out  beneath  the  flap,  or  hole  where  the  flap  ought  to  be. 

The  system  of  supplying  us  with  chow  included  all  "mur- 
dering" improvements.  A  few  blasts  on  a  whistle  started  a 
general  stampede  through  a  sea  of  mud  for  the  inevitable  line, 
and  woe  unto  him  who  was  slow  of  foot  and  arrived  last  to 
stand  longest  in  the  downpour.  So  velocity  was  a  matter  of 
expediency  to  all  concerned.  When  the  rations  were  formally 
issued,  one  could  recline  against  the  Mess  Shack  or  sit  on  the 
wood  pile  with  back  to  the  wind  and  dust,  thereby  missing 
some  of  it.  The  alternative  to  this  was  to  vamoose  back  to 
one's  tent  which  Uncle  Sam's  nephews  had  equipped  for  light 
housekeeping,  though  indiscreetly  ignoring  the  light. 

Occasionally,  if  one  felt  so  disposed  and  had  a  couple  of 
affidavits  from  disinterested  parties  he  could  make  a  return 
trip  for  "seconds."  But  "seconds"  usually  consisted  of  pie 
bought  jointly  and  severally  by  the  various  occupants  of  each 
tent  and  fetched  from  the  canteen  by  whichever  member  of 
the  hexagon  happened  to  be  broke.  If  it  was  immediately 
after  pay-day  with  everybody  flush,  we  matched  or  tossed  a 
coin  to  see  who  would  constitute  the  detail. 

The  first  week  was  one  of  suspense  and  conflicting  rumors 
originating  for  the  most  part  somewhere  in  the  rear  or  else  with 
the  newsboys  who  persisted  in  shouting,  "There  will  be  no 
more  hobnails ! "  or  "  All  about  the  prune  pickers ! ' ' 

Firm  in  the  belief  that  we  were  going  to  account  for  the 
Kaiser  and  innumerable  other  square-heads,  our  spirits  were 
high  and  our  morale  unexcelled.  The  first  rumor  that  Ger- 
many had  surrendered  had  a  depressing  mental  effect  that 
bordered  on  disgust,  but  we  were  heartened  somewhat  by  the 


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continued  daily  examination  that  was  to  precede  our  departure 
by  twenty-four  hours.  But  each  time  about  10:00  P.M.,  after 
we  had  our  pack  made  and  bedsack  emptied,  orders  would 
come  that  held  us  up.  A  week  of  this  and  then, —  "The  Armis- 
tice." It  found  the  Twelfth  all  dressed  up  but  with  no  place 
to  go. 

It  is  safe  to  say  that  at  this  point  our  enthusiasm  relaxed 
somewhat,  and  a  general  feeling  of  disappointment  possessed 
us.  Then  we  commenced  doing  our  bit  at  fatigue.  That  hurt. 
We  were  fighters  and  preferred  to  have  that  work  relegated  to 
the  Labor  Battalions. 

So  we  toiled,  without  the  spirited  application  with  which 
we  could  have  dug  a  trench  at  Chateau-Thierry.  How- 
ever, our  spirits  were  enlivened  noticeably  when  the  quaran- 
tine was  lifted  and  passes  were  granted.  The  Twelfth  took 
New  York  by  storm  and  was  royally  received  by  its  people. 
After  the  novelty  of  the  bright  lights  had  subsided  some- 
what, we  explored  a  few  of  the  smaller  towns,  including 
Hempstead  and  Jamaica.  As  per  schedule  and  in  conformity 
with  precedent,  again  there  were  rumors  of  our  moving,  the 
customary  three  weeks  having  elapsed.  It  is  said  the  prime 
requisites  of  atypical  soldier  are:  always  broke,  always  hungry, 
and  always  wanting  to  move;  so  being  typical  soldiers,  we  were 
not  averse  to  moving. 

After  a  series  of  rumors  pro  and  con  with  fluctuating  hopes 
on  the  part  of  the  men,  marching  orders  finally  came.  There 
were  some  foreboding  and  slight  misgivings  when  we  boarded  a 
real  transport,  for  we  had  to  admit  that  we  were  not  quite  sure 
just  where  we  were  going.  We  had  relinquished  all  hopes  of  a 
European  trip  and  the  prospects  for  adventure  had  vanished, 
so  when  a  forty-eight-hour  ride  in  a  southwesterly  direction 
finally  landed  us  at  Newport  News,  we  were  thankful  even  for 
small  blessings. 


Little  Old  New  York 

FIVATE  WATSON  slicked  his  hair  back,  attacked  his 
hob-nail  shoes  with  a  scrubbing  brush,  and  tilting  his 
overseas  cap  at  an  angle  of  forty-five,  started  for  the 
Metropolis  of  the  world.    Joy  reigned  in  camp  that  day  for 
twenty-five  per  cent  of  each  Company  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry 
had  permission  to  see  New  York  by  day  and  night. 

Song  and  story  had  told  Private  Watson  much  about  the 
great  city,  but  he  was  soon  to  see  with  his  own  eyes  the  tall 
buildings,  Fifth  Avenue,  and  even  Broadway  by  night.  Sol- 
dier Watson  had  his  heart  set  on  seeing  Broadway,  for  wasn't 
that  the  place  where  broken  hearts  were  featured  and  where 
the  bright  lights  shone  ever  so  brilliantly? 

New  York  stood  waiting  with  her  arms  extended  to  greet 
the  lad  in  khaki.  The  automobilist  speeding  along  the  con- 
crete highway  in  a  flying  Packard,  threw  on  the  brakes  and 
invited  the  soldier  to  ride  into  town.  The  soldier  thought  he 
was  a  stranger  in  New  York,  but  as  mile  after  mile  was  reeled 
off,  he  was  kept  busy  nodding  his  head.  "Gosh,  the  folks  here 
take  a  liking  to  soldiers,  don't  they?"  was  the  thought  that 
ran  through  Watson's  muddled  brain.  He  was  whirled  down 
the  city's  wide  streets  and  he  was  the  cynosure  of  all  eyes. 
Big  business  men,  pretty  little  store  girls,  the  corner  barkers 
and  all  seemed  to  bid  him  welcome.  He  climbed  out  of  the 
car,  realizing  that  New  York  was  a  soldier's  city.  The  farther 
he  walked,  the  firmer  became  his  conviction  that  New  York 
loved  Uncle  Sam's  soldiers. 

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He  strolled  up  and  down  paying  no  particular  attention  to 
directions  for  the  sights  he  saw  kept  his  attention.  He 
boarded  a  big  sight-seeing  car,  and  with  a  crowd  of  tourists 
traveled  all  over  the  city,  and  got  an  eye  full  for  a  thin  dime. 
The  soldier  was  real  hungry  as  chow  time  approached.  He 
strutted  into  the  dining-room  of  the  Hotel  Belmont  and 
ordered  a  double  porterhouse  steak  with  all  of  the  trimmings. 
The  bill  amounted  to  two  dollars  and  sixty-five  cents,  but  the 
food  was  splendid  and  the  social  end  of  it  pleased  our  soldier. 
He  pulled  out  his  pocketbook  and  produced  a  five-dollar  bill, 
that  had  been  earned  by  the  sweat  of  his  brow.  But  just  then 
a  gray -haired  man  stepped  out  and  said,  "My  boy,  you  are 
evidently  going  to  France,  let  me  pay  for  that  dinner  and  when 
you  come  back  I  want  you  to  look  me  up, "  and  he  gave  Watson 
his  card.  The  soldier  was  partly  stunned.  He  thanked  the 
old  gentleman  very  kindly  and  wandered  out  into  the  street. 

It  was  night.  Broadway  was  all  lit  up.  The  streets  were 
jammed  with  pedestrians  and  the  soldier's  right  arm  was  kept 
busy  saluting  his  officers. 

He  marched  on  and  stopped  where  a  speaker  was  talking  in 
behalf  of  the  Liberty  Bond  issue.  He  was  singled  out  and 
presented  with  a  smileage  book  good  for  all  theatrical  shows  in 
any  camp.  The  eyes  of  the  big  boy  from  the  West  fairly 
danced.  He  elbowed  his  way  out  of  the  throng  and  a  comely 
woman  stopped  him  and  inquired  as  to  the  length  of  his  pass. 
She  invited  him  to  dinner  the  following  day  but  Private  Wat- 
son had  to  decline  as  drill  would  claim  his  attention  on  the 
morrow.  So  it  was  wherever  he  went — a  continual  round  of 
pleasure.  Money  he  could  not  spend  and  the  people  were  so 
kind  to  him.  Someone  had  told  him  that  it  would  cost  him 
twenty -five  dollars  to  see  New  York  and  here  he  was  having 
the  time  of  his  life  for  a  dime. 

While  profiteers  in  some  cities  waxed  rich  off  the  soldiers, 
New  York  protected  them  and  showed  them  the  finest  sort  of 


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hospitality.  The  big  policeman  on  the  city's  corner  would 
walk  out  of  his  way  to  direct  the  soldier  to  his  destination. 
New  York  was  very  kind  to  the  soldier  from  the  start,  but  she 
outdid  herself  when  the  armistice  news  was  received. 

Uncle  Sam's  Twelfth  Infantry  boys  came  back  to  camp 
from  the  world's  largest  metropolis  with  the  firm  conviction 
that  that  city  had  the  biggest  heart  in  the  world.  Little  Ole 
New  Yawk,  the  Twelfth  Infantry  boys  doff  their  caps  to  you ! 


Thirty-six  Hours  on  the  "Pocahontas" 

THE  word  "Pocahontas,"  before  the  signing  of  the  Armis- 
tice, brought  to  our  minds  the  picture  of  an  Indian 
maiden  who  one  day  saved  Captain  John  Smith  from 
death  at  the  stake.  But  now  "Pocahontas"  suggests  con- 
gested quarters,  poor  food,  and  rats. 

The  Twelfth  was  climbing  up  the  gang-plank  of  this  ship,  for- 
merly the  German  liner  Princess  Irene,  now  one  of  the  largest 
United  States  transports,  as  she  lay  at  one  of  the  piers  in  the  har- 
bor, early  in  the  morning  of  Sunday,  November  24th.  The  ma- 
jority of  the  soldiers  were  outspokenly  glad  that  they  were  to 
have  the  "pleasure  "  of  boarding  a  transport,  and  as  the  boys 
talked  of  the  event  during  the  trip,  and  afterward  when  they  had 
been  safely  landed  at  Newport  News,  they  expressed  themselves 
as  "glad  I  took  the  trip  for  had  I  not  taken  it,  I  would  have 
wondered  what  a  trip  on  a  troop  ship  was  like.  But,  no 
thanks!  I  don't  care  for  another  similar  experience." 

Herded  into  the  dark  holds  of  the  monster  craft  like  a 
group  of  cattle,  carrying  full  overseas  equipment,  the  men 
found  it  a  difficult  task  to  follow  the  winding  stairways. 
Occasionally,  when  a  pair  of  trusty  hob-nails  failed  to  connect 
properly  with  the  iron  steps,  the  descending  system  was  aided 
materially  and  the  "gob  guides"  only  had  to  steer  the  pack- 
bound  soldier  as  he  went  skidding  past. 

Even  when  the  holds  had  been  reached  the  task  was  not 
ended.  In  fact,  the  trouble  had  just  begun.  Winding  their 
way  through  the  narrow  passages,  the  men  finally  reached  their 
destination  and  for  some,  it  seemed  that  it  might  be  a  perma- 
nent one.  A  full  pack  and  a  husky  doughboy  crowded  the 
small  quarters  to  capacity.  Assigned  to  one  of  the  series  of 

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bunks  built  four  deep,  ten  inches  apart  from  top  to  bottom, 
with  about  an  eighteen-inch  passage  between  tiers,  the  men 
spent  the  larger  part  of  the  first  half  hour  maneuvering  around, 
speculating  as  to  which  would  be  the  better  place  to  shed  their 
equipment  and  settle  down. 

The  humorous  side  of  the  affair  began  when  the  men 
removed  their  packs  and  attempted  to  crawl  into  their  bunks. 
Of  course,  those  who  had  been  assigned  upper  bunks  did  the 
climbing,  while  the  soldiers  drawing  the  bottom  bunks  simply 
had  to  lie  down  on  the  floor  and  roll  over.  But  the  "bottom 
bunkie "  usually  postponed  his  retirement  until  his  "higher  up " 
had  turned  in,  for  the  man  occupying  the  lower  bunk  was 
in  dire  danger  of  having  a  hob-nail  thrust  into  his  face  when  his 
bunkie  ascended  to  his  berth.  Breathing  facilities  were  also 
limited  for  the  bottom  berth  man. 

For  many  men,  their  first  thought  after  shedding  their 
pack  was  to  find  a  way  to  get  out  of  the  hold  and  up  on  deck. 
Those  who  could  gather  courage  ventured  up  the  stairs  and 
were  steered  by  the  gobs  to  the  rest  room,  which  adjoined  the 
kitchen,  and  the  men  had  the  privilege  of  peering  through  the 
port  holes  to  the  pier  below.  Shortly  before  three  o'clock, 
the  time  set  for  the  big  craft  to  leave  the  dock,  permission 
was  granted  to  go  on  deck,  and,  in  a  few  minutes  after  the 
announcement,  the  decks  were  swarming  with  soldiers. 

The  men  spent  the  first  hour  after  the  departure  of  the  big 
ship  in  "abandon  ship "  and  fire  drill.  That  over,  they  donned 
their  life  preservers  and  wore  them  continuously.  The  gobs 
explained  that  there  was  still  danger  of  a  floating  mine  in  the 
path  of  the  transport.  A  mine  sweeper  suspended  from  the 
port  side  of  the  ship  emphasized  the  possibility  of  danger. 
The  naval  authorities  as  usual  were  alert,  taking  every  precau- 
tion to  safeguard  the  transport's  load.  The  men  seemed  to 
regard  the  life  preservers  as  more  of  a  luxury  than  an  obstacle ; 
when  on  deck,  the  preservers  fitting  snugly  about  the  waist 


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and  shoulders,  did  service  as  padded  jackets,  protecting  the 
wearers  from  the  chilly  winds.  In  the  hold,  especially  at  night- 
time, they  made  an  excellent  pillow  for  the  canvas  covered  bunks. 
Chow  time  came  and  the  soldiers  were  lined  up  for  a  dish 
of  slum — just  common  slum,  little  different  from  the  old  army 
mixture — and  a  few  slices  of  bread.  During  the  first  meal 
and  those  that  followed,  the  men  found  that  dining  on  the 


transport,  was  not  so  pleasant  as  on  Mother  Earth.  Not  only 
were  the  "dining  "  quarters  (next  to  the  rail  on  the  second  deck) 
cramped  and  sadly  lacking  in  accommodations,  but  they  also 
tended  to  invite  seasickness.  Only  a  small  per  cent,  failed  to 
rally,  however,  and  most  remained  to  amuse  themselves, 
joshing  those  who  had  been  less  fortunate,  who  had  occasion 
to  use  the  rail  for  purposes  other  than  eating. 

Sleeping  in  the  holds  was  more  than  an  ordinary  under- 


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taking,  and,  in  the  course  of  the  night,  scores  of  men  made 
their  way  up  on  deck  to  seek  relief  from  the  bad  air.  The 
following  day  (Monday),  they  spent  strolling  about  the  decks, 
very  few  staying  below.  In  the  afternoon  a  few  snappy  box- 
ing bouts  were  staged  on  the  lower  decks,  and  the  band  played. 

It  was  soon  after  chow  time  that  about  fifty  had  their  first 
real  chow  aboard  ship.  While  making  a  trip  around  the  mess 
halls,  one  of  the  soldiers  found  a  case  of  eggs,  with  only  a  few 
gone.  Rushing  into  the  rest  room,  the  discoverer  conveyed  the 
idea  to  others,  and  in  a  few  minutes  the  space  between  the 
hen's  nest  and  the  rest  room  was  crowded  with  hungry  soldiers. 
A  half-dozen  eggs  and  a  steam  pipe  served  the  purpose,  and 
boiled  eggs  were  soon  the  talk  of  the  ship.  Presently  all  that 
remained  of  the  full  case  was  a  huge  pile  of  egg  shells. 

Just  before  the  ship  docked  at  Newport  News,  one  of  the 
egg  fiends,  attempting  to  make  the  trip  to  the  hold  with  a 
handful  of  soft-boiled  eggs,  slipped  on  the  iron  stairway  and 
fell.  The  eggs  rolled  through  the  lattice 
work,  down  the  staircase,  and  so  continued 
until  they  reached  the  last  hold.  Here  they 
struck  and  burst  on  a  group  of  soldiers  who 
were  sleeping  near  the  stairway,  a  sergeant 
from  the  Machine  Gun  Company  receiving 
the  worst  end  of  the  deal.  Two  of  the  eggs 
fell  through  and  struck  him  on  the  forehead. 

In  the  wee  hours  of  the  morning  of  the 
26th,  part  of  the  troops  disembarked  from 
the  Pocahontas.  With  a  full  moon  brighten- 
ing the  landscape,  the  men  marched  to  Camp 
Stuart,  all  thankful  that  dry  land  had  been 
reached  again  and  most  earnest  in  their  expressions  that  they 
had  had  enough  of  ocean  travel  at  Uncle  Sam's  expense. 

The  First  Battalion  crossed  Hampton  Roads  to  Norfolk 
and  proceeded  by  daylight  to  the  Army  Supply  Base  for  duty. 


Good  Old  Army  Fatigue 


PROBABLY  no  other  phase  of  army  life  is  so  disgusting  at 
times  to  the  average  soldier  as  army  fatigue,  which 
comes  as  regularly  as  chow  and  which  probably  is  more 
extensive  in  its  scope  than  all  other  regular  army  routines 
combined. 

However,  fatigue  work  as  carried  out  in  the  Twelfth  Infan- 
try, whether  regimental  or  company,  is  so  arranged  that  in 
most  cases  it  comes  as  a  welcome  change  to  most  of  the  sol- 
diers, for  it  affords  a  chance  to  be  relieved  from  the  daily 
intensive  drill  schedule  which,  especially  during  peace  times, 
is  so  liable  to  become  monotonous. 

Garbed  in  the  commodious  denim  fatigue  uniforms,  nothing 
affords  a  more  humorous  spectacle  than  a  body  of  soldiers 
marching  to   and  fro  or  working  on  a 
fatigue  detail. 

The  denim  clothing  which  is  issued  to 
the  men  for  fatigue  duty  comprises  prob- 
ably a  larger  variety  of  colors  than  did 
the  proverbial  "Joseph's  Coat"  —every- 
thing from  chocolate  color,  to  "hunter's 
green"  and  the  lightest  shade  of  yellow. 
And  the  Mis-fits.  For  instance,  some 
of  the  smaller  men  who  were  measured  for 
a  32-27  pair  of  trousers,  are  usually  issued 
40-33  overalls  or  larger,  with  a  42  or  44 
size  coat. 

There  is  no  such  luck  as  getting  a  fit 
in  army  fatigue  clothes,  or  anywhere  near 
one;  at  least  the  writer,  although  he  has 
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been  in  the  army  quite  a  while  and  has  worked  on  as  many 
fatigue  details  as  the  average  soldier  (more  than  the  average,  he 
thinks)  has  never  yet  seen  a  soldier  with  a  "fit  in  fatigues." 

Evidently  the  manufacturer  of  fatigue  clothes  instructs  his 
employees  in  cutting  out  patterns  for  the  fatigue  uniforms  to 
go  on  the  theory  that  all  of  Uncle  Sam's  soldiers  are  big  huskies 
—certainly  six  feet  or  better  in  height  and  chests  in  proportion ; 
for,  as  a  general  thing  there  are  no  small  suits ;  hence  the  small 
soldier  finds  himself  in  a  suit  fit  only  for  a  "superman. "  The 
result  is  a  group  of  graceful  folds  about  the  wrist  and  ankle, 
with  tucks  a-plenty  at  the  waistline. 

Although,  every  man  in  a  Company  usually  does  fatigue 
in  his  turn,  fatigue  as  outlined  by  the  "Top"  sergeant  often 
is  prescribed  for  some  men  of  the  Company  who  have  been 
found  guilty  of  some  slight  misdemeanor,  missing  a  formation 
or  failing  to  pass  an  inspection,  for  instance. 

"Saturday  fatigue,"  which  usually  consists  of  raking  and 
sweeping  and  otherwise  policing  up 
the  Company  street,  is  one  of  the  most 
common  special  fatigues.  Probably 
no  duty  is  more  unwelcome  to  the 
average  soldier  than  "Saturday  fa- 
tigue" for  with  that  usually  goes 
the  disappointment  of  not  having  re- 
ceived the  much  longed-for  week-end 
pass.  What  greater  pleasure  than  the 
chance  to  have  a  couple  of  days' 
vacation  from  the  Company,  visiting 
in  some  nearby  city  or  town!  Will 
there  be  anything  in  civilian  life  which 
can  give  us  the  real  joy  we  felt  when 
we  saw  those  lists  for  fatigue — and 
realized  that  we  were  free? 


The  Mill 

"T  TEAR  Ye!    Hear  Ye!     The  kangaro°  court  of  Camp 
|     I      Stuart  is  now  opened  and  silence  is  commanded." 

The  mammoth  enclosure  surrounded  by  a  triple  pro- 
tection of  barbed  wire,  and  housing  close  to  five  hundred  mili- 
tary prisoners  takes  on  an  air  of  quiet  as  the  above  call  is 
sounded  for  one  or  more  prisoners  are  being  led  to  the  mock  trial 
that  is  accorded  every  man  who  enters  the  walls  of  the  prison. 

The  Judge  has  taken  his  seat,  the  prosecuting  and  defend- 
ing attorneys  are  ready  for  the  clash  that  will  soon  follow,  and 
the  twelve  jurors  are  drawn  up  in  a  double  line  looking  as 
solemn  as  if  it  lay  in  their  power  to  send  the  accused  to  the 
firing  squad.  The  Mill  is  as  quiet  as  the  grave. 

A  bright,  youthful  appearing  boy  is  brought  forward  and 
the  charge  is  read  to  him.  He  is  accused  of  having  absented 
himself  for  a  period  of  thirty  days  during  which  time  he  is  also 
charged  with  having  worn  civilian  clothes.  The  testimony  is 
taken,  the  lawyers  make  their  pleas  and  a  vigorous  defense 
wins  the  day  for  the  youth.  The  Judge,  however,  sees  fit  to 
assess  the  Prisoner  one  dollar,  which  goes  into  the  tobacco 
fund  and  the  trial  is  over. 

The  custodian  of  the  prison  volunteers  the  information  that 
a  little  over  fifty  dollars  now  rests  in  the  fund,  gathered  from 
fines;  and  the  men  are  allowed  to  purchase  tobacco  in  all  forms, 
and  stamps  and  writing  material. 

The  men  in  the  mill  are  not  an  unhappy  lot.  The  majority 
of  them  are  garrison  prisoners,  doing  their  time  for  an  A.  W. 
O.  L.,  or  some  slight  infraction  of  the  rules. 

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They  are  care-free  and  seem  to  enjoy  the  freedom  that  is 
granted  them  in  the  guardhouse.  The  guards  stalk  about  the 
outside  of  the  steel  fence,  always  on  the  alert.  They  carry 
the  Enfield  rifle  and  six-shooter  and  their  orders  are  to  shoot 
to  kill  after  once  the  command  to  halt  has  been  given  and 
disregarded. 

The  prisoners  march  to  their  meals  with  the  guards  strung 
out  at  intervals.  The  fact  that  they  are  guarded  has  not 
dampened  their  ardor  for  they  sing  and  joke  during  the  meal 
and  exchange  banter  with  their  friends  on  the  outside. 

Darkness  comes  on,  and  for  the  first  hour  there  is  little  noise 
inside  the  pen.  The  fires  commence  to  burn  and  knots  of 
men  gather  and  the  conversationalists  of  the  guardhouse  start 
the  exchange  of  the  daily  rumors. 

A  giant  cowpuncher  from  the  wilds  of  Oklahoma,  stand- 
ing in  the  shadows  of  a  bonfire,  recites  The  Shooting  of  Dan 
McGrew.  Loud  applause  is  accorded  the  speaker.  The  Face 
on  the  Bar  Room  Floor  is  the  next  offering  and  then  much 
laughter  follows  the  recitation  of  Robert  Service's  poem,  The 
Cremation  of  San  McGee. 

So  the  fun  goes  on.  Old  jokes  are  told  and  retold  and  then 
the  men  break  into  song.  Through  the  stillness  of  the  night, 
the  harmony  from  the  mill  is  wafted  over  the  camp.  The 
boys  are  singing,  Back  Home  in  Indiana.  The  guards  appear 
to  like  the  entertainment,  for  they  are  walking  their  posts 
very  slowly  and  listening  to  the  songs.  The  bugler  breaks  in 
with  taps  and  the  show  is  over  for  the  night. 

Dawn  arrives  and  the  bugler  routs  them  out  with 
"You  can't  get  them  up."  Breakfast  is  eaten  and  the  hun- 
dreds of  men  go  about  the  tasks  assigned  to  them.  Some  are 
delegated  to  police  the  entire  area  of  the  camp  for  all  waste 
papers  and  rubbish.  Others  carry  away  the  garbage,  some 
build  roads,  or  work  in  the  kitchens.  In  fact,  there  is  work 
for  all. 


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Those  who  refuse  to  work,  can't  eat.  Bread  and  water  is 
the  diet  handed  out  to  the  unruly. 

A  stay  in  the  mill  is  considered  a  black  eye  by  the  majority 
of  soldiers,  but  there  are  some  who  are  of  the  conviction 
that  a  man  cannot  claim  to  have  been  a  good  soldier  unless  he 
has  done  a  turn  in  the  mill.  Here  black  and  white  mingle 
together  and  the  color  line  is  not  drawn. 

Life  in  the  mill  is  not  a  round  of  pleasure  and  neither  is  it  a 
hell.  Some  of  us  have  been  there  and  we  will  always  remember 
it.  When  the  big  army  of  Uncle  Sam's  boys  are  back  again 
in  civilian  life,  a  few  of  them  will  often  recall  their  sojourn  in  the 
mill.  Few  will  relate  their  experiences  there  except  when  con- 
versing with  a  regular.  They  were  not  hard-boiled  eggs,  but 
•simply  made  a  mistake,  took  too  much  liberty,  and  military 
discipline  demanded  that  they  be  punished.  It  is  about  as 
one  captain  of  a  company  remarked :  ' '  Some  of  my  best  soldiers 
have  been  in  the  mill. " 


Shorty    Brown 

SHORTY  was  from  the  heart  of  the  Ozarks;  to  hear  him 
talk  and  see  him  walk  was  a  circus  in  itself.  His  voice 
was  squeaky  and  had  a  drawl  like  the  genuine  farmer  of 
Arkansas.  Shorty's  ambition  was  to  be  a  number  one  of  the 
front  rank  but  the  drill  sergeant  couldn't  see  it  that  way;  so 
consequently  he  held  down  number  three,  rear  rank  of  the 
awkward  squad,  until  he  could  either  be  transferred  to 
Development  Battalion  or  headliner  on  the  Orpheum  Circuit. 
Shorty  said:  "When  they  drafted  me,  the  Government  thought 
it  was  putting  something  over  on  me ;  but  gosh  durn  it,  they 
wasn't.  I  allow  as  how  I  wern't  getting  but  thirty  plunks  a 
month  on  the  farm,  and  now  I'm  dragging  down  thirty  bucks  a 
month,  clothes,  slum,  gun  and  ammunition  furnished." 

One  day  Shorty  said  to  the  sergeant:  "If  the  Company 
Commander  could  see  me  handle  this  heap  new  Infield,  he 
would  take  me  out  of  the  awkward  squad  and  put  me  back  in 
the  Company  'cause  I  jest  can  throw  her  around  any  old  way. " 
"Yes, "  said  the  sergeant,  "That's  the  reason  you're  here,  you 
handle  it  any  old  way." 

While  at  drill  one  day,  Shorty  was  trying  to  hold  his  gun 
at  port  arms.  He  didn't  have  his  hand  at  the  balance  of  the 
gun.  The  sergeant  said:  "Brown,  where  is  the  balance  of 
your  gun?"  "I  got  it  all  heah,  suh.  But  the  thong  case,  I 
left  it  on  my  bunk."  Shorty  was  a  demon  with  a  bayonet. 
The  command  was  to  advance,  Shorty  retired  on  the  man's 
bayonet  in  the  "rear."  The  sergeant  sent  him  to  the  infirm- 

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ary  and  told  him  to  tell  them  to  mark  him  quarters.  They 
painted  him  with  iodine  and  sent  him  back.  "Well,"  the 
sergeant  said,  "what  did  they  mark  you?  "  "Well,  by  gum, 
they  didn't  mark  me,  they  painted  me." 

Shorty  was  always  getting  everything  backwards,  even  his 
clothes.  One  Friday  the  bulletin  board  read:  "Saturday 
Inspection;  Uniform  O.  D.  Blouses;  Under  arms."  When  the 
time  came  for  the  inspection,  Shorty  was  on  the  job,  but  he  had 
his  blouse  under  his  arm.  "Now,"  said  he,  "I  wonder  as  to 
how  they  think  a  fellow  could  come  up  to  Inspection  Arms  with 
a  durn  blouse  under  my  arm." 

The  first  sergeant  gave  him  h ,  and  said:  "I  don't  know 

what  you'll  ever  do  on  the  outside  for  a  living."  "Wa-al, " 
says  Shorty,  "you  hain't  got  nuthin'  on  me;  I  don't  nuther, 
but  I  always  made  a  living  in  Puny  Cowntee,  Missouri. " 

The  last  heard  of  Shorty,  he  was  gluming  prunes  with  the 
Development  Battalion. 


"...  held  down  number  three,  rear  rank  of  the  awkward  squad" 


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FALL     IN    1 
WITHOUT    ARMS 


"  My,  how  those  boys  must  have  suffered" 


A  hard  fight  with  the  Germ— 


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WE'RE   IN   THE   ARMY   NOW 

No  more  ham  and  eggs  and  grapefruit 
When  the  bugle  calls  for  chow, 

No  more  apple  pie  or  dumplings — 
For  we're  in  the  army  now. 

They  feed  us  beans  for  breakfast 
And  at  noon  we  have  them  too, 

And  at  night  they  fill  our  tummies, 
With  that  good  old  army  stew. 

No  more  fizzes,  beers  or  highballs, 
When  you've  got  an  awful  thirst, 

If  you're  thinking  of  enlisting 
Best  get  used  to  water  first. 


For  the  lid's  on  tight  all  over, 
And  the  drilling  makes  us  warm 

But  we  can't  cool  off  with  liquor, 
'Cause  we  wear  the  uniform. 


No  more  shirts  of  silk  or  linen 
For  we  all  wear  O.  D.  stuff, 

No  more  night  shirts  or  pajamas, 
For  our  pants  are  good  enough. 

No  more  feather  ticks  or  pillows, 
But  we're  glad  to  thank  the  Lord 

That  we've  got  a  cot  and  blanket, 
When  we  might  have  just  a  board. 

But,  by  jinks,  we'll  lick  the  Kaiser, 
When  the  Sergeants  teach  us  how, 

For,  hang  him,  he's  the  reason, 
That  we're  in  the  army  now. 


Humorous  Incidents  169 

THE   SOLDIER'S   LAMENT 

A  soldier,  a  soldier  is  what  I  love  to  be, 

A  common  buck  private  in  the  Twelfth  Infantry, 

Our  Officers  are  pleasant,  Non-Coms.  the  same, 

But  they  drill  all  us  privates,  until  we're  calm  and  tame, 

I  must  write  you  a  line  of  the  chow  that  we  get, 

It's  mostly  of  beans  and  a  little  spighett — 

The  K.  P.'s  laugh  loud  as  they  troop  to  the  call, 

But  we  privates  who  know  laugh  loudest  of  all; 

And  then  about  shoes ;  oh,  the  fit  that  we  get ! 

They  will  fit  us  hereafter,  but  hardly  just  yet, 

They  are  just  like  gunboats,  large  is  their  size, 

It  takes  power  to  run  them,  as  you  may  surmise; 

Our  trousers  are  O.  D.,  our  coats  are  the  same, 

And  if  they  don't  fit  us,  there  is  no  one  to  blame, 

For  when  we  draw  clothing  it's  passed  out  to  us, 

Regardless  of  sizes,  of  choice,  or  of  dust. 

On  Saturday  morning,  inspection  day, 

Equipment's  laid  out  in  a  fine  display, 

Our  faces  clean  shaven,  our  shoes  finely  shined, 

Awaiting  inspection  at  a  quarter  of  nine; 

As  the  Officers  enter  with  the  word  "  Atten(shun) " 

We  hop  to  position  and  stand  as  if  dumb ; 

They  inspect  every  bunk  with  an  eye  that  is  keen 

To  see  if  there's  anything  not  spotlessly  clean 

One  article  misplaced  that  the  Officers  see 

And  you  wake  up  on  Sunday  an  unhappy  K.  P. 


Only  a  dream . 


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"G"   COMPANY  EGGS 


Somewhere  within,  Moyer  (Moyer  the  Bounder)  will  find, 

A  list  of  names  along  the  line, 

Where  his  face  is  good  for  a  flop  and  a  feed, 

Or  anything  else  that  he  may  need. 

If  perchance  he  tires  of  jungle  stew, 

We'll  take  him  on  for  a  day  or  two, 

And  before  he  makes  another  jump, 

We'll  fit  him  out  with  an  extra  lump. 


Windy  Weimer,  so  they  say, 
Was  a  good  man  in  his  day, 
But  now  his  hobby  seems  to  be, 
"Around  the  tree  and  back  to  me. " 


"Put  out  that  light, "  a  voice  did  say, 
To  which  Buck  Vallon  answered,  "Nay, 
Then  the  O.  D.  came  inside  the  tent, 
And  the  light  was  out  before  he  went. 


Sergeant  Ball  and  General  Nuisance, 
Are  synonymous  and  one, 
He  certainly  knows  the  science 
Of  keeping  K.  P.'s  on  the  run. 


Beck's  a  good  soldier  and  there's  plenty  of  him, 
He's  long  and  he's  hungry,  and  Lord,  but  he's  slim. 
If  ever  by  luck  he  should  chance  to  fall  down 
He'd  be  half-way  back  to  his  own  home  town. 


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Private  Harding  should,  the  least  to  say, 
Be  a  Major  with  his  leaf  and  pay, 
With  news  official  from  the  seventh  hole, 
He  keeps  the  nights  from  growing  old. 


Here's  to  the  eggs  whose  simple  ways, 
I've  advertised,  because  it  pays. 
'Twas  for  fun  intended,  not  to  hurt, 
Best  regards  to  all  from  Buck  Bilbert. 


A  visit  to  the  big  city 


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Sergeant:  "  Corporal,  report  this  detail  over  to  the  color  sergeant  at 
headquarters." 

Corporal  (on  arriving  at  headquarters):  "Where  can  I  find  the 
'Colored  Sergeant'?" 

Wise  Rookie:     "He  was  transferred  to  the  Mississippi  Minstrels." 


Lieutenant :     "  Private  Enose,  be  sure  and  hold  that  pivot. " 
Private:     "Sir,  I  have  never  been  issued  one  yet. " 


Nervous  Rookie  (to  Supply  Sergeant) :     "I  have  a  black  spot  on  my 

bayonet  I  can't  get  off. " 

Supply  Sergeant :     "  Use  some  oil  and  elbow  grease  on  it.  " 

Nervous  Rookie:     "Thank  you,  Sir;  do  you  know  where  I  could  find 

the  elbow  grease?" 


In  casual  camp,  while  the  recruits  were  being  taught  military  courtesy, 
they  were  made  to  salute  the  non-commissioned  officers,  who  were  in- 
structing them.  One  recruit  passed  up  Sergeant  Healy  without  saluting. 

"Why  didn't  you  salute  me?"  the  Sergeant  demanded.  "You're  not 
saluting  me,  you're  saluting  my  non -commission. " 


o  & 

Recruit:     "  My  hat  is  too  big. " 

Supply  Sergeant  (soothingly):    "Never  mind,  it'll  fit  when   you're 
made  a  first  class  private. " 


Humorous  Incidents 


And  after  studying  French  for  six  months — you  were  exported  to  Siberia 


Lieutenant :     ' '  Have  you  any  leggings  ? ' ' 
Recruit:    "No." 
Lieutenant:    "No,  what?" 
Recruit :     "No  leggings . ' ' 

One  of  "M"  Company's  Italian  Recruits:  "Say,  Meester  ada  Corp, 
where  is  dat  dam  pee  vet?" 

Corporal :     ' '  What  do  you  mean,  pee  vet  ? ' ' 

Recruit:  "All  a  da  time,  de  Sarge  he  holl  to  me,  'Holda  da  peevet, 
holda  da  peevet,'  and  for  tree  week  I  been  look  for  da  dam  ting  and  I 
no  finda  him  yet. " 


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"  Say,  K.  P.,  any  milk  for  the  Java? " 
"Naw,  the  pipes  froze  last  night. " 


"Say,  a  man'll  be  clear  nuts  by  the  time  he  gets  out  of  this  Army. " 
"  Oh,  boy,  he'd  have  to  go  to  school  six  months  in  order  to  get  into  any 
nut  home  in  the  land. " 


As  Colonel  Taggart  would  say:     "Lieutenant,  wouldn't  it  be  a  good 
idea  if  the  men  would  step  off  at  the  command  '  March '  ? " 


EXTRACTS   FROM    MOTHER  S   LETTER 

"I'm  proud  of  you,  my  son,  but  now  that  you've  been  appointed 
Kitchen  Police,  don't  be  too  hard  on  the  privates.  Remember  you  were 
once  a  private  yourself. " 


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THE   FIGHTING  FIRST  PLATOON 

I  heard  them  say  the  other  day  that  they  were  far  the  best; 
To  everyone  they  bragged  that  they  were  better  than  the  rest. 
I've  got  a  hunch  that  all  that  bunch  will  sing  another  tune, 
For  what  I  have  to  say  concerns  the  Fighting  First  Platoon. 

I've  been  told  they  grew  so  bold,  this  modest  bunch  of  green, 
To  say  their  ball-team  was  the  best  the  world  had  ever  seen, 
Take  it  from  me,  I  plainly  see  'twas  but  an  idle  dream, 
They  talk  a  lot  about  it  but  they  haven't  got  a  team. 

They  say  in  drill  they're  better  still,  that  they  are  full  of  snap ; 
To  hear  them  talk  you'd  think  they'd  backed  the  whole  world  off  the  map, 
But  right  away  I  want  to  say,  and  you're  sure  to  know  it  soon, 
There's  none  can  beat  the  record  of  the  Fighting  First  Platoon. 

We've  got  the  men  and  then  again  we've  got  the  leader  too, 
We've  got  the  spirit  of  the  men  whose  faith  has  proven  true, 
The  men  who  won  for  Washington,  who  proved  a  priceless  boon, 
'Tis  just  such  men  you'll  find  throughout  the  Fighting  First  Platoon. 

A  baseball  game  to  us  is  tame,  we  lay  them  on  the  shelf, 
Our  ball-team  has  a  record  that  will  speak  up  for  itself, 
In  all  the  land  our  records  stand,  we  leave  no  stone  unturned, 
We  make  no  claims  for  anything  we  have  not  rightly  earned. 

Each  passing  year  will  bring  us  near  to  the  day  not  far  away, 

When  aged  limbs  will  bear  our  weight  'neath  time-worn  locks  of  gray 

We'll  think  of  the  tramps,  of  the  army  camps  'neath  the  soft  Virginia 

moon, 
And  our  hearts  inside  will  swell  with  pride  for  our  Fighting  First  Platoon. 


GEE!   I  CAN    FEEL    . 

EVERY  SPOT  WHERE 
THIS    UNIFORM 
FITS  ME 


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A  SOLDIER'S  RUBAIYAT 

An  I.  D.  R.  to  learn  each  rule;  and,  too, 
A  can  of  beef,  hardtack,  and  army  stew, 
A  long,  long  post  to  walk  by  night  and  day— 
O  Paradise!     I'm  far  away  from  you! 


OMAR  CHEYENNE. 


-»-•»• 

Something  from  home 


Humorous  Incidents  177 

BEAU  BRUMMEL 

Sergeant  Weimer  now  is  seen, 
The  Beau  Ideal  of  village  queen; 
Broken  hearts  his  glances  cause 
Resultant  of  Dame  Nature's  laws 
For  manly  beauty  was  ne'er  outdone 
When  Sammy's  noble  mush  was  spun. 
The  High  School  girls  all  blush  and  sigh 
When  Sergeant  Weimer  marches  by; 
Forty  summers  his  shoulders  crown 
But  lightly  as  a  thistle  down; 
Let  mothers  guard  their  flocks  with  care 
When  the  lovely  lion  leaves  his  lair. 


THE   MODEST  THIRD   PLATOON 

Now  we  hate  to  talk  about  ourselves 

And  sing  our  praises  high, 
And  wantonly  propel  ourselves 

Into  the  public  eye. 

But  when  it  comes  to  drilling, 

With  lots  of  snap  and  pep, 
You  surely  cannot  but  agree 

The  Third  has  got  the  Rep. 

We  can  beat  them  all  at  baseball 

And  other  sports  as  well. 
You  wouldn't  think  we  liked  ourselves, 

But  we  do;  we're  here  to  tell. 

Our  guns  are  bright  and  shiny, 
And  our  clothes  are  spick  and  span. 

We  pass  that  old  inspection 
With  praise  for  every  Man. 

Now  then  if  any  doubt  remains, 

Just  step  over  any  noon 
To  the  barracks  of  the  "  Pride  of  F. " 

That  Snappy  Third  Platoon. 


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DID  YOU  EVER! 

Did  you  ever  sit  on  the  edge  of  your  bunk  with  one  legging  half  on, 
when  the  whistle  blew,  and  your  officers  considered  "falling  out"  at 
double  time,  an  indispensable  virtue? 

Ever  return  late  for  chow  and  be  "in  bad"  with  the  cooks?  Ever 
find  the  lights  out  and  the  mess  hall  locked  ? 

Ever  hear  "tattoo "  just  as  the  hero  met  the  girl ? 

Has  the  sergeant  ever  said  "close  up"  just  after  you  were  comfort- 
ably located  near  a  food  center? 

Did  you  ever  empty  your  bedsack  and  wait  all  night  to  move  ? 

Ever  rattle  your  mess  kit  and  watch  'em  charge  out  ? 

Were  you  ever  on  a  detail  to  see  if  all  the  other  companies  had  left 
clean  streets? 

"Don't  know  as  you  ever  did?" 

Well,  my  dear  sir,  then  you  were  never  in  the  Twelfth  Infantry. 


FROM  THEN 
ON    YYE  HAD 
WASH     IN. 


HfLDMORE 

A  ME 55  KIT. 


Tin  lids  were  issued  at  Camp  Mills 


From  Camp  Mills  to   Norfolk 


SAY  old  timer 

REMEMBER  the  time 

AT  CAMP  Mills 

WHEN  we  got 

READY  to  go 

AND  made  up 

OUR  packs 

AND  forgot  that 

CORNED  Willie 

SO  you  said 

AND  the 

PACK  straps 

WEREN'T  long  enough 

AND  you  got 

JOE'S  shoes 

AND  then  the  "Top" 

BLEW  the  whistle 

AND 

ABOUT  half  an  hour 

AFTER 

YOU  sneaked 

IN  line 

AND  all  the  rumors 

ABOUT 

WHERE  we  were 

GOING 

AND  some  said 

FRANCE 

AND  some  said 

I  BET  six  bits 


WE  don't 

AND  we  marched 

FOR  the  train 

AND 

THE  condiment  can 

WAS  intrenching 

IN  your  neck 

AND  your  pack 

WAS 

COUNTERMARCHING 

ALL  over 

YOUR  back 

AND  you  dropped 

YOUR  rifle 

ON  number  three's 

TOE 

AND  when 

THE  train  got  to 

LONG  Island  City 

AND  you 

FLEXION  walked 

ABOARD 

THE  ferry 

AND  Johnson  said 

"AYTANKdis 

BANE  pretty  small  boat 

TOGO  to  France" 

NOW  wouldn't  that 

TAKE  the  Bull 

OUT  of  your 


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DURHAM 

AND  how  you 

HAD  to  sit  on 

THE  floor 

AND  you  couldn't 

GET  up 

BECAUSE  some  boob 

WAS  marking  time 

ON  your  paw 

AND  you  bawled 

HIM  out 

AND  you  looked 

UP 

AND  he  had 

A  SILVER  bar 

AND  we  thought 

YOU  were  strangling 

AND  you  got  to 

HOBOKEN  or 

WEEHAWKEN 

D D  if  you  know 

AND  did  some 
MORE  crawling 
TO  GET  aboard 
THE  transport 
AND  went  down 
INTO  one  hold 
AND  then  went  down 
INTO  another 
AND  then  went  down 
INTO  a  few  more 
AND  then  the  bunks 
AND  you  discovered 
WHERE  the  expression 
"THE  Bunk" 
WAS  gotten 
AND  you  were  on 
TOP 

AND  had  to  wear 
A  LIFE  preserver 


AND  wore  your 

HEAD  bald 

AGAINST 

THE  roof 

AND  you  wanted 

TO  go 

UP  on  deck 

AND  a  Hard  Boiled  Gob 

THOUGHT  different 

AND  you  decided 

NOT  to 

AND  later  on 

YOU  went  to 

GET  your  beans 

AND  you  only 

HAD  to  stay  in  line 

AN  hour 

AND  when  you  got  'em 

YOU  couldn't 

FIND  a  place 

TO  eat  'em 

BUT  finally  you 

DID 

AND  then  you 

ONLY  had  to  wait 

AN  HOUR  and  a  half 

TO  WASH  your 

MESS  kit 

AND  you  didn't 

EAT  any  supper 

BUT 

STOOD  by  the  rail 

AND  watched  the  — • — 

WELL,  anyway 

YOU  stood  by  the  rail 

AND  the  boat 

WAS  rolling 

ALMOST  a  quarter 

OF  AN  inch 

AND  you  said  "Gosh! 


Humorous  Incidents 


181 


WOMQI.X  wise 


AND  AFTER 

You   WERE 

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BY  A  MAROBQIU60  SOT. 


ANO  AFTER 
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AND    WORKf  YOl 
AT    CAST  AQUlRCD 
A  BAYONET     FACE 


ABO  SPCNT    NVMMY    HOUR.S    IN 
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IT   N>AK6    YOU 
ANO     WANT    TO     86 


Wouldn't  it  make  you  sore? 


182 


Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 


BUT  the  old  girl 

IS  heaving" 

AND  the  next 

NIGHT 

YOU  got  to 

NEWPORT  News 

AND  one  officer 

SAID 

"WE'LL  go  ashore 

TO  night" 

AND  another  said 

"WE'LL  stay  aboard 

TO  night" 

AND 

YOU  didn't  know 

WHICH  to  believe 

BECAUSE 

YOU  didn't  know 

WHICH 

WAS  rankest 

BUT  you 

STAYED  aboard 

ANYWAY 

AND 

THE  next  morning 

YOU  went  from 

THE  Big  Boat 

TO  a  Small  Boat 

AND  it  took  you 

TO  the 

ARMY  Supply  Base 

AND  you 

WONDERED  why 

SOMEBODY 

HAD  wasted  so  much 

VALUABLE  time 

AND  you  went 

TO  Norfolk 

AND  there  were 

EIGHT  million  sailors 


AND  one 

SKELETON  squad 

OF  soldiers 

AND  you 

WISHED 

MORE  than  ever 

THAT  dad  was 

HERE 

AND  you  were 

MILKING  Tillie 

AND 

A  FEW  days  later 

YOU  went 

ON  guard 

AT  Titustown 

AND  the  shines 

SAID 

"LOOK  at  dem  pretty 

SOLJAKES" 

AND  that  got  your 

ANGORA 

AND  you 

WRAPPED  your 

RIFLE 

AROUND  his  dome 

AND  he  said 

"OH  man" 

AND 

TITUSTOWN 

KIN  DA  suspected 

THAT"B"  Company 

WAS  there 

THEM 

WAS  the  happy 

DAYS 

T.  G.  B. 

P.  S.  With 

APOLOGIES  to 

K.  C.  B. 


Humorous  Incidents 


183 


'LOOK  at  dem  pretty  SOL  JAKES" 


The  company  merchant  operates 


"What  did  they  give  you  at  the  infirmary  for  your  toothache?1 
"  Oh,  dose  of  salts  and  a  handful  of  C.  C.  pills. " 
"  What  did  they  do  for  your  rheumatism? " 
"Same  thing." 


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Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 


Haiti     Who's  there? 


Ohl    That's  only  a  little  game  we  used  to  play  called — Round  that  tree  and  back  to  me 


Humorous  Incidents 


185 


Not  enough  to  go  around 

"THE   RAVING" 

Once,  upon  a  boat  most  dreary, 
Packed  the  Twelfth  both  sad  and  weary, 
With  their  spirits  raving  sore; 
There,  no  room  for  nodding,  napping. 
From  without  there  came  a  tapping 
As  the  guard  went  by  a-rapping, 
Rapping  on  the  main  deck  floor! 
"Out  for  air,  men!"  thus  he  ordered, 
"And  don't  crowd  there  by  the  door!" 

Ah !     Distinctly  I  remember, 
It  was  in  the  month,  November, 
And  each  separate  man  and  member 
Of  the  Fighting  Twelfth  was  sore ; 
And  the  shoving,  pushing,  growling, 
And  the  cussing,  kicking,  jowling, 
As  the  men  kept  fighting  for  the  door. 
"Keep  on  moving,  keep  on  moving, 
You  can't  stay  there  any  more!" 


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Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

And  to  stop  the  ceaseless  tumbling, 
Came  the  guard  a-mumbling,  grumbling, 
"Quit  that  shoving  and  that  stumbling; 
Up  the  steps  and  through  that  door!" 
And  the  jostling  and  the  roaring, 
And  the  language  so  despairing 
Through  the  atmosphere  was  tearing, 
While  the  same  old  phrase  resounded, 
"  Move  on ! "    That  and  nothing  more ! 

And  the  men  they  kept  on  stamping, 
Kept  on  tramping,  tramping,  tramping, 
Up  and  down  the  decks  a-clamping, 
Stumbling  on  across  the  floor; 
And  their  ceaseless  rantings,  seeming 
Like  a  million  jackdaws  screaming, 
O'er  the  ship  they  went  a-streaming 
From  the  dark  holds  more  and  more ! 
As  for  soldiering  'board  ship,  sir, 
Quoth  the  Doughboy,  "Nevermore!" 


"  The  Twelfth  coming?      Den  I  quit!  " 


Humorous  Incidents 


187 


Fatigue 


i88  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

PUT   'EM   OUT 

When  the  bugler  blows  tattoo, 

"Put  'em  out." 
That's  a  rule  that's  tried  and  true, 

"Put  'em  out." 
When  the  lights  are  burning  bright, 

And  the  games  are  going  right, 
Comes  a  call  out  of  the  night, 

"Put  'em  out." 

How  often  have  we  heard, 

"Put  'em  out." 
Even  though  we  have  demurred, 

"Put  'em  out." 
He  always  tells  us  when, 

If  we  do  not  douse  'em  then, 
We  hear  him  yell  again, 

"Put 'em  out!" 

Every  night  we  hear  his  yelp, 

"Put 'em  out!" 
If  we  don't,  he's  bound  to  help 

"Put 'em  out!" 
Let's  hope  that  when  he  dies 

And  his  home  is  in  the  skies, 
That  old  St.  Peter  cries, 

"Put  'imout!" 


THE  NATIONAL  GAME— PASSING  THE  BUCK 

Captain:  "Sergeant  Markle,  get  twenty  men  to  report  to  head- 
quarters right  away. " 

Sergeant  Markle:  "Sergeant  Heaton,  get  twenty  men  to  report  to 
headquarters  right  away. " 

Sergeant  Heaton:  "Sergeant  Moore,  get  twenty  men  to  report  to 
headquarters  right  away. " 

Sergeant  Moore:  "Sergeant  Fitzgerald,  have  twenty  men  report  to 
headquarters  at  once. " 

Sergeant  Fitzgerald  finds  a  Corporal  and  imparts  the  order  to  him 
while  he  arranges  for  a  pass  into  the  city. 

Sergeant  Markle  (reporting  to  the  Captain  about  twenty  minutes 
later) :  "  Sir,  I  have  reported  the  detail  to  headquarters. " 


Humorous  Incidents 


189 


Familiar  tunes 


190 


Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 


Sentry  Jones  to  civilians  on  the  water  front:     "You  guys  cut  that 

smoking  on  the  pier. " 

One  Civilian:     "We're  government  checkers,  Buddie." 

Sentry  Jones:     "I  don't  givadam  if  you're  government  dominoes,  you 

got  to  cut  that  smoking  out." 


Officer:  "Sergeant,  I  think  those  supplies  will  be  all  right  outside  the 
tent  to-night. " 

Supply  Sergeant:  "No,  sir.  Company  'B's'  Supply  tent  is  right 
across  the  street. " 

Officer:     "  Lock  them  up  right  away,  I  never  thought  of  that. " 


"Wonder  if  they'd  discharge  a  man  if  they  found  out  he  had  rabies. " 
"Never,  that'd  be  the  highest   recommendation   of  fitness  for  the 
Army." 


'L"  Company  is  quartered  in  the  most  exclusive  residential  district  of  Newport  News 


Colonel  Alfred  Aloe 

THE  door  of  a  little  wooden  shack  at  Camp  Stuart 
opened,  and  a  man  with  eagles  on  his  shoulders  stood 
in  the  center  of  the  room.  A  pair  of  penetrating  blue 
eyes  set  below  a  broad  forehead  looked  straight  ahead.  That 
person  was  Colonel  Alfred  Aloe  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry.  A 
buck  private  twenty-odd  years  ago,  to-day  he  commands  the 
movements  of  a  Regiment  composed  of  the  finest  body  of  men 
that  ever  marched  to  the  step  of  martial  music. 

His  hair  is  black,  and  his  straight  nose  and  small  but  firm 
mouth  give  him  the  disciplinarian  look  of  the  military  man. 
He  stands  five  feet  ten  and  three-quarter  inches  high.  His 
favorite  sports  are  boxing  and  wrestling. 

An  orderly  entered  the  room  and  the  Colonel  admonished 
him  of  the  dangers  of  not  wearing  his  overcoat.  In  this  inci- 
dent is  found  the  keynote  of  the  Colonel's  success  as  a  com- 
manding officer. 

Possessing  marked  ability  making  him  a  great  leader  afield, 
he  crowns  it  all  with  a  great  devotion  to  his  men,  making  him 
beloved  by  every  man  in  the  Regiment  for  they  know  that  they 
carry  the  protection  of  the  Colonel  with  them  at  all  times. 
"Give  the  men  a  square  deal,  and  they  will  give  the  best  they 
have  in  them."  That  is  Colonel  Aloe's  motto,  and  it  explains 
why  the  Twelfth  Infantry  is  ever  efficient  and  why  the  men 
maintain  the  splendid  reputation  of  the  Regiment  wherever 
they  are. 

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194  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

Colonel  Aloe's  wonderful  success  with  the  Twelfth  Infantry 
is  explained  in  his  advice  to  the  private,  who  asked  how  to 
become  the  Colonel  of  a  regiment.  "Constant  work,  study, 
and  unceasing  devotion  to  duty,"  was  the  answer.  Having 
gone  through  the  school  of  soldiery,  the  Colonel  knows  the 
equation  of  a  soldier.  He  knows  his  wants,  desires,  and  also 
his  shortcomings.  Efficiency  is  demanded  at  all  times  and  this 
is  obtained  through  coordination  and  organization,  without  any 
lost  motion.  That  is  why  the  Twelfth  Infantry  moves  like  a 
high-geared  machine.  "  Best  all  the  time  for  Uncle  Sam,"  is  the 
principle  under  which  the  Regiment  works.  When  the  days  were 
burning  hot  at  Camp  Fremont,  and  when  the  men  drilled  from 
daylight  till  dark  to  prepare  themselves  for  the  great  struggle, 
the  Colonel  daily  gave  words  of  encouragement  to  them.  The 
heavy  packs  all  but  bore  them  to  the  ground  in  the  closing  hour 
of  the  day's  grind,  but  they  stuck.  No  one  quit  for  they  knew 
it  was  better  to  stand  it  here,  than  to  go  over  there  and  fail 
through  physical  weakness.  It  was  a  strenuous  daily  program 
that  Colonel  Aloe  mapped  out  for  the  men,  but  they  came 
through  it  bigger  and  stronger  than  ever. 

Colonel  Aloe  tried  everything  in  his  power  to  get  the 
Twelfth  overseas.  He  made  several  trips  to  Washington  in 
their  behalf  and  he  maintained  that  they  were  the  best  trained 
troops  this  side  of  the  Atlantic  when  the  Armistice  was  signed. 

Some  twenty-odd  years  ago,  Alfred  Aloe,  at  the  age  of 
twenty,  enlisted  and  joined  Troop  "E"  of  the  Eighth  U.  S. 
Cavalry  at  Fort  Meade,  South  Dakota.  His  military  career 
had  already  been  fixed,  through  a  course  of  military  training  at 
Virginia  Military  Institute  and  the  Riverview  Military  Acad- 
emy. Two  years  of  hard  work  with  the  Eighth  found  him 
eligible  for  a  lieutenancy.  He  was  commissioned  Second 
Lieutenant  in  the  Eighteenth  Infantry.  He  was  quickly  pro- 
moted to  First  Lieutenant  and  assigned  to  the  Twelfth  Infan- 
try. This  body  of  men  saw  hard  service  in  the  Philippines,  and 


Colonel  Alfred  Aloe  195 

there  he  was  twice  recommended  for  brevet  for  gallantry. 
The  Twelfth  was  in  service  there  for  six  years.  Following  his 
success  with  the  Twelfth,  First  Lieutenant  Aloe  was  promoted 
to  a  Captaincy  and  assigned  to  the  First  Infantry  in  the  Phil- 
ippines. He  commanded  Company  "  D  "  of  that  Regiment  for 
seven  years,  being  stationed  in  the  Islands,  Honolulu,  and  the 
States.  He  was  next  connected  with  the  Quartermaster  Corps 
as  Assistant  Superintendent  of  Transports  at  Galveston,  Texas. 
Later  he  was  sent  to  Brownsville  and  was  District  Quarter- 
master on  the  staff  of  General  James  Parker.  Next  came  the 
promotion  to  Major  in  the  Eleventh  Infantry  and  then  another 
bound  to  Lieutenant  Colonel  of  the  Three  Hundred  and  Nine- 
teenth Infantry.  Then  came  his  appointment  as  Colonel  of  the 
Twelfth  Infantry,  the  Regiment  he  has  always  called  his  home. 

Colonel  Aloe  has  one  son,  Robert  Campbell  Aloe,  now  four- 
teen years  old.  The  lad's  mother,  Minnie  Campbell  Aloe,  was 
united  in  marriage  to  Colonel  Aloe  in  Chicago,  Oct.  i,  1902. 
Young  Bob  will  enter  West  Point  when  he  attains  his  years. 
Colonel  Aloe's  father  was  a  Scotchman  and  his  mother,  who  is 
still  living  at  the  old  home  in  St.  Louis,  is  of  Irish  birth.  The 
Colonel  was  born  September  23,  1873.  Three  brothers  are 
living,  all  prominent  in  the  business  world.  Five  nephews  saw 
service  in  the  present  war,  two  of  whom  are  now  in  France. 

Colonel  Aloe  is  a  big  man  in  more  ways  than  one.  He  is  a 
soldier  in  every  sense  of  the  word,  being  a  veteran  of  the 
Spanish,  Philippine,  and  Mexican  campaigns.  An  officer  who 
will  go  out  of  his  way  to  help  the  enlisted  man,  he  has  made 
himself  the  idol  of  his  men.  It  is  with  a  smile  that  a  private 
greets  Colonel  Aloe  and  the  smile  is  always  returned. 

He  is  a  strong  advocate  of  universal  military  training  from 
the  ages  of  eighteen  to  twenty-five.  It  is  his  belief  that  the 
clean,  free  life  of  the  American  soldier  has  advantages  over 
the  civilian,  and  makes  the  career  of  the  soldier  the  finest  in 
the  world. 


196  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

Colonel  Aloe  is  at  present  not  only  commanding  the  Regi- 
ment ;  he  is  also  Camp  Commander  of  Camp  Stuart  and  Pro- 
vost Marshal  of  the  debarkation  point ;  these  additional  duties 
have  augmented  his  work  immensely. 

When  the  boys  have  been  mustered  out  and  in  after  years 
when  other  lines  of  khaki  march  down  the  avenue,  the  thought 
will  come  back  to  every  member  of  the  Old  Twelfth,  "Have 
they  a  Colonel  like  the  one  we  had? "  Such  officers  are  found 
once  in  a  lifetime,  and  then  only  when  the  private  goes  through 
the  ranks  to  the  top  of  the  military  ladder  remembering  that 
the  doughboy  is  still  his  brother.  May  the  years  continue  to 
heap  success  upon  Colonel  Aloe. 


Lieutenant  Colonel   Homer  N.   Preston 

GRADUATING  from  West  Point  in  1903,  Lieutenant 
Colonel  Homer  N.  Preston  began  a  military  career 
which  has  been  a  series  of  rapid  advances.  This  is  not 
remarkable,  however,  after  a  look  at  the  man  who  sixteen 
years  ago  started  his  army  career  as  a  Second  Lieutenant. 
The  Colonel's  whole  person  radiates  military  correctness  and 
efficiency. 

Years  of  training  in  the  Regular  Army  have  given  Colonel 
Preston  thorough  knowledge  in  the  handling  of  large  bodies  of 
men.  His  policy  is  exacting  from  the  start  but  has  given  those 
who  have  served  under  him  great  satisfaction  in  knowing  that 
with  the  Colonel  in  command  there  would  follow  cooperation 
from  every  single  unit.  His  orders  are  always  short  and  to  the 
point  and  infractions  of  military  discipline  seldom  pass  un- 
noticed. While  in  command  of  the  Third  Battalion  of  the 
Twelfth,  Colonel  Preston  left  a  lasting  mark  in  the  spirit  and 
discipline  of  that  organization. 

Upon  graduation  from  the  United  States  Military  Academy 
he  was  assigned  to  the  Twenty-first  Infantry  at  Fort  Snelling, 
Minnesota.  He  served  with  the  Twenty-first  Infantry  in  the 
Philippine  Islands  during  1905  and  1906,  during  which  period 
his  command  took  an  active  part  in  suppressing  the  Pulajan 
insurrection  in  the  island  of  Samar.  With  the  same  Regiment 
he  served  in  the  Philippines  in  the  island  of  Mindanao  during 
1909  and  1910,  when  the  Regiment  was  actively  engaged  in 

197 


198  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

suppressing  Moro  uprisings  in  that  island.  In  1910  he  was 
promoted  to  First  Lieutenant  and  assigned  to  the  Second 
Infantry  at  Fort  Assinniboine,  Montana.  He  was  with  the 
Second  Infantry  in  Honolulu  from  1911  to  1915,  but  was  trans- 
ferred to  the  Twenty-fourth  Infantry  in  1915  and  served  with 
that  Regiment  in  Mexico  during  the  Pershing  Expedition  into 
Mexico  in  1916.  During  that  year  came  his  promotion  to  Cap- 
tain ;  he  was  assigned  to  the  Twenty-fourth  Infantry.  He  was 
promoted  to  Major  in  1917  and  assigned  to  the  Q.  M.  C.  as 
Assistant  Division  Quartermaster,  8th  Division,  until  April, 
1918,  when  he  came  to  the  Twelfth  Infantry.  He  was  in  com- 
mand of  the  Twelfth  Infantry  for  about  one  month,  at  which 
time  the  personnel  constituted  the  present  Regiment.  In 
September,  1918,  when  appointed  Lieutenant  Colonel,  he 
was  assigned  to  Eight  Hundred  and  Twelfth  Pioneer  Infantry, 
Camp  Grant,  Illinois,  and  was  on  duty  assisting  in  organizing 
that  Regiment  during  the  months  of  September  and  October, 
1918.  Transferred  to  the  8th  Division  in  October,  1918,  he 
joined  the  Division  October  29th  at  Camp  Mills.  Though 
assigned  to  the  Eighth  Infantry  by  Division  Commander,  be- 
cause of  a  delay  in  arrival  of  baggage  from  Camp  Grant,  he 
did  not  accompany  the  Eighth  Infantry  overseas.  He  was  at- 
tached to  the  Twelfth  Infantry  for  transfer  overseas  but,  as 
the  Twelfth  Infantry  failed  to  sail,  was  denied  the  privilege  of 
fighting  on  the  Western  Front.  War  Department  orders  pro- 
hibited combatant  troops  being  sent  overseas  after  the  signing 
of  the  armistice,  therefore  he  has  remained  on  duty  with  the 
Twelfth  Infantry  until  the  present  time. 

In  speaking  of  the  men  of  this  Regiment,  Colonel  Preston 
says,  "  I  have  never  in  my  military  career  been  associated  with 
a  more  efficient  body  of  men.  Their  aptitude  in  absorbing 
military  tactics  and  detail  from  their  rookie  days  up,  has  been 
astonishing,  and  I  sincerely  believe  that  had  the  opportunity 
been  given,  they  would  have  made  an  enviable  record  for 


Lieutenant  Colonel  Homer  N.  Preston      199 

themselves."  He  also  refers  to  the  highly  commendatory 
remarks  as  to  the  conduct  and  progress  in  training  and  soldierly 
bearing  made  by  the  Divisional  Commander  of  the  8th  Divi- 
sion and  all  other  officials,  civil  and  military,  with  which  the 
Regiment  has  come  in  contact. 


Officers  of  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 
Listed  according  to  Seniority 


201 


MAJORS 

WILLIAM  R.  SCHMIDT 

Graduated  from  United  States  Military  Academy,  June  4,  1913;  assigned  to 
Twenty-seventh  Infantry,  Texas  City,  Texas;  transferred  to  Twenty-second  In- 
fantry; transferred  to  Second  Infantry,  Honolulu,  Hawaiian  Islands;  from  Second 
Infantry  to  Twelfth  Infantry,  Presidio  of  San  Francisco,  October,  1917.  Was 
appointed  Regimental  Adjutant,  November  I,  1917,  and  acted  as  such  until  June, 
1918.  Promoted  to  Major  and  commanded  First  Battalion  until  September,  1918, 
when  he  was  made  Brigade  Adjutant  of  the  Fifteenth  Infantry  Brigade.  He 
remained  as  such  until  February,  1919,  when  he  was  returned  to  the  Twelfth 
Infantry  for  duty  and  was  made  Executive  Officer  of  Camp  Stuart;  from  there 
was  sent  to  command  First  Battalion  at  Norfolk,  Virginia. 

CHARLES  L.  MULLINS 

Graduated  United  States  Military  Academy,  April  20,  1917.  Commissioned 
Second  Lieutenant,  April  20,  1917.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  May  I5th, 
joined  the  Regiment,  June  4,  1917;  assigned  to  Company  "D. "  Commanded 
Company  "  D."  Promoted  to  Captain,  August  5,  1917.  Promoted  to  Major, 
August  29,  1918,  and  placed  in  command  of  the  Second  Battalion.  Regimental 
Bayonet  Instructor.  Executive  Officer,  Camp  Hill,  Virginia. 

HARRIS  M.  MELASKY 

Graduated  United  States  Military  Academy,  April  20,  1917.  Joined  Regiment, 
September  12,  1917.  Commanded  Company  "K"  and  Machine  Gun  Company. 
Promoted  to  Major.  August  29,  1918.  Attended  School  of  Automatic  Arms,  Fort 
Sill,  Oklahoma.  Member  of  8th  Division  Advanced  School,  and  attended  Field 
Officers  School  in  France. 


CAPTAINS 

WARFIELD  M.  LEWIS 

Graduated  United  States  Military  Academy,  April  20,  1917.  Joined  Regiment 
June  13,  1917,  as  Second  Lieutenant,  and  assigned  to  Company  "A."  September 
ii,  1917,  commissioned  as  First  Lieutenant.  Appointed  Unit  Supply  Officer,  and 
held  that  office  about  a  year.  Commissioned  Captain,  August  5,  1917.  Appointed 
Operations  Officer,  September,  1918.  November  30,  1918,  assigned  to  command 
Company  "M." 

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PAUL  H.  BROWN 

Graduated  United  States  Military  Academy,  April  20,  1917.  Commissioned 
Lieutenant  in  Infantry  and  assigned  to  Twelfth  Infantry.  Promoted  to  Captain, 
August  5,  1917,  and  commanded  Company  "B. "  Later  Commanded  First  Bat- 
talion at  Norfolk,  Virginia. 

ROY  SLOAN 

Joined  Regiment,  October  5,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Company  "L. "  Assumed  com- 
mand of  "L"  Company,  November  15,  1917.  Promoted  to  Captain,  August  5, 
1917. 

WALTER  HELLMERS 

Joined  Regiment,  October,  1917,  as  First  Lieutenant,  promoted  to  Captain,  with 
rank  from  August  5,  1917.  Commanded  Companies  "A"  and  "C. "  Attended 
Divisional  Schools  at  Camp  Fremont,  California. 

CHARLES  R.  SARGENT 

Appointed  Captain,  November  27,  1917.  Joined  Regiment,  April  30,  1918,  and 
assigned  to  Company  "A."  Commanded  Company  "A"  until  transfer  to  Supply 
Company.  Unit  Supply  Officer,  Camp  Stuart,  Virginia. 

BERNARD  P.  MILLER 

Appointed  Captain,  November  27,  1917.  Assigned  to  Regiment,  October  i,  1918, 
and  placed  in  command  of  Company  "I."  Reported  from  duty  at  Camp  Lewis, 
Washington. 

REX  G.  HARDY 

Appointed  Captain,  November  27, 1917.  Joined  Regiment,  October,  1918,  reporting 
from  duty  at  Camp  Lewis,  Washington.  Assigned  to  command  Company  "A. " 

EDMUND  W.  HILL 

Reported  for  duty  November  20,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Company  "F. "  On  duty 
with  "L, "  "G,  "  and  Supply  Companies.  Attended  Divisional  School  of  Musketry. 
Promoted  to  Captain  with  rank  from  June  19,  1918. 

HARRY  BECKETT 

Transferred  from  Twenty-first  Infantry,  August  21,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Supply 
Company.  Promoted  to  Captain,  June  20,  1918.  Assigned  to  command  Company 
"K,"  July  3,  1918. 

RICHARD  F.  FAIRCHILD 

Joined  Regiment  as  Second  Lieutenant  and  assigned  to  Company  "C"  at  Presidio, 
August  8,  1917.  Transferred  to  Company  "D, "  September  I,  1917.  Appointed 
First  Lieutenant,  February  7,  1918.  Appointed  Captain,  June  20,  1918.  Attended 
Trench  Mortar,  Bayonet  and  S.  O.  S.  Schools  at  Camp  Fremont.  Mess  Officer 
First  Battalion  during  September  and  October.  1917,  and  from  March  4  to  June 
20,  1918.  Instructor  in  Small  Arms  Firing  at  Camp  Fremont  Rifle  Range  from  April 
I  to  July  3,  1918. 


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HENRY  WHITAKER 

Assigned  to  Regiment  as  Second  Lieutenant.  August  14,  1917.  Given  command  of 
Company  "A."  Later  commanded  Machine  Gun  and  "F"  Companies.  In- 
structor at  Rifle  Range  and  at  Casual  Camp.  Commissioned  Captain,  June  20, 
1918. 

NORMAN  B.  COURTENEY 

Reported  for  duty  December  15,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Company  "G. "  February 
4,  1918,  Commanded  Headquarters  Company.  Appointed  Intelligence  Officer. 
Adjutant  8th  Division  Schools.  Commissioned  Captain,  July  24,  1918.  Appointed 
Intelligence  and  Operations  Adjutant,  July  24,  1918.  Appointed  Regimental 
Adjutant,  September,  1918.  Graduate  of  Snipers'  Intelligence  School,  8th  Division 
School  of  Arms,  Musketry  Course,  Grenade  Course,  and  Staff  School  for  Field 
Officers  and  Adjutants,  conducted  by  Foreign  Mission  of  General  Staff  Officers  of 
British  and  French  Armies.  Appointed  Camp  Adjutant,  Camp  Stuart,  Virginia, 
December,  1918. 

HENRY  R.  ANDERSON 

Graduated  United  States  Military  Academy.  Assigned  to  the  Regiment  as  Second 
Lieutenant,  October  15,  1917,  to  command  Company  "D. "  Appointed  Assistant 
Regimental  Adjutant,  Twelfth  Infantry,  Presidio,  California.  Aide-de-camp  to 
General  McClelland.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant.  Attended  School  of  Mus- 
ketry at  Fort  Sill,  Oklahoma.  Instructor  in  4th  Officers  Training  Camp;  member 
of  8th  Division  Advance  Detachment,  and  attended  Divisional  School  in  France. 
Transferred  upon  return  to  regiment  to  Headquarters  Company.  Promoted  to 
Captain,  August  i,  1918. 

WILLIAM  E.  WHITTINGTON 

Graduated  United  States  Military  Academy.  Reported  for  duty  as  Second  Lieuten- 
ant, October  15,  1917.  Assigned  to  Company  "E. "  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant. 
Attended  Divisional  School  of  Grenade,  Bayonet  and  Automatic  Arms.  Promoted 
to  Captain,  August  i,  1918. 

MILTON  W.  EMMETT 

Appointed  Provisional  Second  Lieutenant,  Regular  Army,  October  25,  1917.  Pro- 
moted to  First  Lieutenant.  Attended  Bayonet  School,  Infantry  School  of  Arms, 
Fort  Sill,  Oklahoma,  graduating  as  Divisional  Instructor.  Promoted  to  Captain, 
September  19,  1918.  Commanded  Company  "M"  and  Headquarters  Company. 
Judge  Advocate,  Camp  Stuart,  Virginia. 

H.  NORRIS  BAKKEN 

Joined  Regiment  at  Presidio  of  San  Francisco,  California,  August  29,  1917.  Grad- 
uate of  First  Officers  Training  Camp,  Presidio  of  San  Francisco.  Appointed  Pro- 
visional Second  Lieutenant,  Regular  Army,  October  26,  1917.  Assigned  to  "I" 
Company.  Appointed  Divisional  Bayonet  Instructor  for  8th  Division  Schools, 
Camp  Fremont,  California,  August  19,  1918.  Appointed  Assistant  Personnel 
Adjutant  of  Twelfth  Infantry,  August  30,  1918.  Promoted  soon  after  to  Personnel 
Adjutant  under  Colonel  Alfred  Aloe,  and  commissioned  Captain,  October  12,  1918. 


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FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 

GORDON  F.  STEPHENS 

Joined  Regiment,  August  29,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Machine  Gun  Company.  Ap- 
pointed Provisional  Second  Lieutenant,  Regular  Army,  October  25,  1917.  Instruc- 
tor in  Divisional  Machine  Gun  School.  Attended  Infantry  School  of  Arms  at  Fort 
Sill,  Oklahoma.  Adjutant  of  Third  Battalion.  Later  transferred  to  Company 
"  M. "  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant  with  rank  from  October  25, 1917. 

WILLIAM  A.  MOSS 

Commissioned  Second  Lieutenant,  April  15,  1917.  Joined  Regiment  at  Presidio  of 
San  Francisco,  California,  August,  1917.  Appointed  Provisional  Second  Lieuten- 
ant, Regular  Army,  October  25,  1917.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant  to  rank  from 
October  25,  1917.  Completed  Bayonet  and  Intelligence  Schools,  Camp  Fremont, 
California.  Appointed  Intelligence  Officer,  First  Battalion,  May  i,  1918,  Assistant 
Regimental  Intelligence  Officer,  August,  1918,  Athletic  and  Entertainment  Officer, 
Port  of  Embarkation,  Newport  News,  Virginia,  December  5,  1918. 

SHERMAN  K.  BURKE 

Reported  for  duty  August  29,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Company  "A."  Appointed 
Provisional  Second  Lieutenant,  Regular  Army,  October  25,  1917.  Promoted  to 
First  Lieutenant  with  rank  from  October  25,  1917.  Commanded  Company  "H. " 
Adjutant  of  First  Battalion.  Attended  Divisional  Schools  in  Bayonet  Training, 
Intelligence,  Liaison  at  Camp  Fremont,  California.  Attended  Small  Arms  Firing 
School  at  Camp  Perry,  Ohio.  Attended  Staff  School  under  the  Foreign  Mission 
General  Staff. 

H.  LESTER  BARRETT 

Assigned  to  Company  "C, "  Twelfth  Infantry,  August  27,  1917.  Appointed  Pro- 
visional Second  Lieutenant,  Regular  Army,  October  25,  1917.  Promoted  to 
Provisional  First  Lieutenant  to  rank  from  October  25,  1917.  Attended  Bayonet 
School  and  Graduated  as  Divisipnal  Instructor;  School  of  Musketry,  graduated  as 
Assistant  Divisional  Instructor;  Rifle  and  Pistol  School,  graduated  as  Assistant 
Divisional  Instructor  at  Camp  Perry,  Ohio;  Scouting,  Sniping,  and  Intelligence 
School,  graduated  as  Assistant  Divisional  Instructor,  Camp  Perry,  Ohio.  Trans- 
ferred from  Company  "C"  to  Company  "I"  as  company  commander,  August  20, 
1918.  Transferred  back  to  Company  "C,"  October  18,  1918.  Detailed  as  Divi- 
sional Instructor  at  Bayonet  School  from  January  25  to  May  5,  1918.  Detailed  as 
Mess  Officer,  Officers  Mess,  First  Battalion  during  November  and  December,  1917. 

CARTER  COLLINS 

Assigned  to  Regiment  as  Second  Lieutenant,  I.  R.  C.,  August  15,  1917.  Joined 
Regiment  and  assigned  Company  "G,"  August  28,  1917,  at  Presidio  of  San  Fran- 
cisco, California;  October  25,  1917,  commissioned  Provisional  Second  Lieutenant, 
Regular  Army  and  assigned  to  Eighth  Infantry.  Returned  to  Twelfth  Infantry  on 
mutual  transfer,  December  4,  1917.  Detailed  to  Brigade  Bayonet  School,  Decem- 
ber 10,  1917.  Detailed  to  Divisional  Bayonet  School  as  instructor,  February  2, 
1918;  March  23,  1918,  promoted  First  Lieutenant,  R.  A.,  date  of  October  25,  1917. 


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Appointed  Adjutant,  Second  Battalion,  March  30,  1918.  Attended  School  of 
Musketry  during  April,  1918.  Assigned  to  Company  "H, "  August,  1918,  and  to 
Company  "L,"  September,  1918. 

ERCIL  D.  PORTER 

Appointed  Provisional  Second  Lieutenant,  October  25,  1917.  Reported  for  duty 
August  29,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Company  "H."  Attended  Divisional  schools  of 
musketry,  bayonet,  and  gas.  Assistant  Divisional  Instructor  in  gas  drill.  In- 
structor in  casual  camp.  Transferred  to  Company  "L  "  when  Regiment  left 
Camp  Fremont.  Member  of  General  Court  Martial.  Promoted  to  First  Lieuten- 
ant with  rank  from  October  25,  1917. 

WILLIAM  H.  THOMAS 

Appointed  Provisional  Second  Lieutenant,  Regular  Army,  October  25,  1917.  As- 
signed to  Company  "K. "  Transferred  to  Machine  Gun  Company.  Attended 
Machine  Gun  School,  Infantry  School  of  Arms,  Fort  Sill,  Oklahoma,  graduated  as 
Divisional  Instructor.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant.  Commanded  Machine  Gun 
Company. 

LESLIE  N.  ROSS 

Reported  for  duty  August  15,  1917.  Assigned  to  Company  "A."  Appointed 
Provisional  Second  Lieutenant,  Regular  Army,  October  25,  1917.  Graduate  of 
8th  Division  School  of  Musketry,  Bayonet  Drill,  Grenade  Course,  School  of 
Automatic  Arms  and  Gas.  Commanded  "A"  Company.  Member  of  8th 
Division  Advanced  School  Detachment  to  France.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant 
with  rank  from  October  26,  1917. 

LANCE  E.  GOWEN 

Reported  for  duty  January  10,  1918,.  Appointed  Provisional  Second  Lieutenant, 
Regular  Army,  October  26,  1917.  Transferred  to  Sixty-third  Infantry,  later  trans- 
ferred back  to  the  Twelfth,  and  assigned  to  Company  "B."  On  duty  with  Head- 
quarters and  "K"  Companies.  Attended  Divisional  Schools  of  Trench  Mortar, 
Hand  Grenade,  and  School  of  Automatic  Arms.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant  with 
rank  from  October  26,  1917. 

EDWARD  M.  FORD 

Appointed  Provisional  Second  Lieutenant,  Regular  Army,  October  26,  1917.  As- 
signed to  Company  "D."  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant  with  rank  from  October 
26,  1917.  Commanded  Company  "D."  Attended  Grenade  School,  Fort  Sill; 
graduated  as  Divisional  Instructor.  Attended  Officers  School  in  France  with  Ad- 
vance School  Detachment. 

ALEXANDER  ADAIR 

Joined  Regiment,  August  28,  1917,  and  attached  to  Company  "F."  Appointed 
Provisional  Second  Lieutenant,  Regular  Army,  October  26,  1917.  Member  of 
8th  Division  Advance  Detachment  and  attended  the  Divisional  School  in  France. 
Detailed  on  special  duty  with  the  Insurance  Officer,  Western  Department,  San 
Francisco,  California.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  May  17,  1918. 


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WARNER  CLARK 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.  Reported  for  duty  December  15, 
1917.  Assigned  to  Company  "  B.  "  Instructor  in  Hand  Grenade  Course  and  Bay- 
onet Instructor  in  Officers  Class.  Assumed  command  of  Company  "  B,  "  November 
23, 


WILLIAM  W.  JOHNSTON 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.     Reported  for  duty  December  15, 

1917,  and  assigned  to  Company  "F.  "     Attended  Divisional  Schools  in  Bayonet 
Fighting,  Musketry,  and  Hand  Grenade. 

HERMAN  L.  WELCH 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.  Joined  the  Regiment,  December 
15>  I9I7-  Assigned  successively  to  "D,  "  "A  "  and  "M"  Companies.  Attended 
Divisional  School  of  Musketry  and  Bayonet  Training,  Camp  Fremont. 

ARTHUR  B.  TODD 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.     Joined  the  Regiment,  April  12, 

1918.  Attached  to  Company  "E."     Attended  Divisional  Bayonet,  Grenade,  and 
Infantry  Drill  Schools.     Small  Arms  Firing  School  at  Camp  Perry,  Ohio. 

LEO  R.  HAIN 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.  Reported  for  duty  December  15, 
1917,  and  assigned  to  Company  "  G.  "  Attended  Divisional  Schools  of  Bayonet  Fight- 
ing, Hand  Grenade  Training,  and  Sniping  and  Intelligence.  Instructor  in  casual  camp. 

PAUL  A.  HERRON 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.  Joined  Regiment  in  December. 
Assigned  to  command  One  Pounder  Platoon.  Attended  One  Pounder  School,  Fort 
Sill,  Oklahoma.  Divisional  Instructor  in  one  pounder  for  8th  Division  at  Camp 
Fremont.  Attended  Officers  School  with  Advance  Detachment  in  France. 

GEORGE  U.  WENNER 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.  Reported  for  duty  November  27, 
1917,  and  assigned  to  Company  "G,"  later  transferred  to  Company  "F."  Attended 
Divisional  Schools  in  Pistol  Shooting,  Bayonet  Fighting,  Automatic  Arms,  Hand 
Grenade,  and  Carrier  Pigeons.  Instructor  in  casual  camp.  Prison  Officer,  Camp 
Stuart. 

SAMUEL  K.  STRICKLER 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.  Joined  the  Regiment,  December 
14,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Company  "  I.  "  Attended  schools  in  Hand  Grenade  Train- 
ing, Musketry,  Field  Fortifications,  and  Bayonet  Training.  Instructor  in  Auto- 
matic Arms  and  Gas  Defense. 

BASIL  P.  BOYKIN 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.  Joined  Regiment  in  October. 
Attended  8th  Division  Schools  at  Camp  Fremont.  Assigned  Company  "I.  "  As- 
signed as  Adjutant,  Third  Battalion.  Attended  Officers  School  with  Advance 
Detail  in  France. 


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FLOYD  M.  JARDINE 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.  Joined  Regiment  in  December. 
Assigned  to  Headquarters  and  "H"  Companies.  Attended  8th  Division  Schools 
at  Camp  Fremont  and  Small  Arms  Firing  School  at  Camp  Perry,  Ohio. 

RAYMOND  S.  HOBBIE 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.  Reported  for  duty  December  15, 
1917.  Assigned  to  Company  "C"  and  later  transferred  to  Company  "B."  Ex- 
change Officer  at  Lambert's  Point,  Norfolk,  Virginia.  Attended  Bayonet,  Hand 
Grenade  and  Musketry  Schools. 

JAMES  E.  KELLY 

Joined  Regiment  as  Second  Lieutenant,  July  n,  1917.  Assigned  to  Machine  Gun 
Company.  Later  commanded  Machine  Gun  Company.  Attended  Divisional 
School  of  Arms.  Given  certificate  as  Brigade  Instructor.  Member  8th  Division 
Advance  School  Detachment,  attended  Officers  School  in  France.  Promoted  to  First 
Lieutenant,  January  15,  1918. 

EDWARD  W.  PRICE 

Joined  the  Regiment  as  Second  Lieutenant,  August  8,  1917,  and  assigned  to  the 
Supply  Company.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  January  15,  1918. 

CHARLES  BOYLE 

Joined  the  Regiment  as  Second  Lieutenant,  August  27,  1917,  and  assigned  to  the 
Supply  Company.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  June  15,  1918. 

PERCY  L.  MENEFEE 

Joined  the  Regiment,  August  29,  1917.  Appointed  Provisional  Second  Lieuten- 
ant, Regular  Army,  October  26,  1917.  On  duty  with  "G, "  Headquarters,  and 
"I"  Companies.  Attended  Divisional  Schools  in  Musketry,  Trench  Mortar, 
Automatic  Arms,  Hand  Grenade,  and  Intelligence.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant, 
June  17, 1918. 

CLIFTON  R.  GORDON 

Appointed  Provisional  Second  Lieutenant  Regular  Army,  October  26,  1917.  As- 
signed Company  "B,"  December  10,  1917.  Transferred  to  Machine  Gun  Company, 
December  15,  1917.  Attended  Divisional  Machine  Gun  School  and  Automatic 
Arms  and  Gas  Schools  at  Camp  Fremont,  California.  Promoted  to  First  Lieuten- 
ant, June  17,  1918. 

EDWIN  L.  COLLINS 

Joined  the  Regiment,  September  5,  1918.  Appointed  Provisional  Second 
Lieutenant,  Regular  Army,  October  26,  1917.  Assigned  to  Company  "I." 
Later  assigned  to  Machine  Gun  Company  and  appointed  Adjutant  Second  Bat- 
talion. Personnel  Adjutant,  December  23,  1918.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant, 
June  17,  1918. 


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WALTER  W.  BOON 

Joined  Regiment,  August  29,  1917,  and  was  assigned  to  Company  "L. "  Com- 
manded Fourth  Platoon  "K"  Company,  Trench  Mortar  Platoon  Headquarters 
Company  and  First  Platoon  of  Snipers.  Intelligence  Officer  for  Third  Battalion. 
Camp  Adjutant  with  troops  at  Army  Supply  Base,  Norfolk,  Virginia.  Attended 
Bayonet  School,  School  of  Automatic  Arms,  Intelligence  School,  Divisional  Staff 
School  and  the  Hand  Grenade  School;  Divisional  Instructor  in  Snipers  and  Scouts 
and  Bayonet  Courses.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  June  17,  1918. 

BROOKE  E.  SAWYER 

Commissioned  Second  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917.  Assigned  to  Headquarters 
Company,  December  15,  1917.  In  Command  Signal  Platoon  till  October,  1918. 
Attended  Liaison  School,  Fort  Sill,  Oklahoma.  8th  Division  Liaison  School  In- 
structor. Aide-de-camp  to  Brigadier  General  Hugh  Johnson.  Promoted  to  First 
Lieutenant,  August  i,  1919. 

CHARLES  W.  ELLIOTT 

Joined  Regiment,  December  15,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Company  "I,"  later  trans- 
ferred to  Company  "G. "  Attended  the  Divisional  Schools  of  Sniping  and  Intelli- 
gence, Automatic  Arms,  Hand  Grenade,  Trench  Mortar,  Bayonet  Fighting,  and 
Gas  Defense.  Instructor  in  casual  camp.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  August 
I,  1918. 

WILLIAM  H.  COMBS 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  November  27, 1917.  Joined  the  Regiment  December 
12,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Company  "A."  Transferred  to  Headquarters  Company, 
January  i,  1918,  and  given  command  of  mounted  orderlies.  Attended  Division 
Trench  Mortar  School,  Infantry  School  of  Arms,  Fort  Sill,  Oklahoma.  After 
taking  a  special  course  in  sapping  and  bombing,  received  certificate  as  Divisional 
Instructor,  and  attached  to  Instructions  Staff,  Fort  Sill,  Oklahoma.  Graduated  in 
courses  of  One  Pounder,  Bayonetry,  Machine  Gunnery,  and  Automatic  Arms. 
October  26,  1918,  ordered  to  rejoin  Twelfth  at  Camp  Mills,  New  York,  prior  to  em- 
barkation. Assigned  to  Headquarters  Company.  Commanded  Headquarters 
Company.  Appointed  Acting  Regimental  Adjutant,  Camp  Stuart,  Virginia,  De- 
cember 15,  1918.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  August  29,  1918. 

HERBERT  J.  McCHRYSTAL 

Commissioned  Second  Lieutenant,  November  27,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Company 
"F,"  Twelfth  Infantry.  Assigned  to  Headquarters  Company.  Attended  Liaison 
School,  Infantry  School  of  Arms,  Fort  Sill,  Oklahoma.  Appointed  Intelligence 
Officer,  First  Battalion,  Twelfth  Infantry.  Later  Battalion  Adjutant,  First 
Battalion.  Camp  Adjutant,  Camp  United  States  Troops,  Engineers'  Depot, 
Norfolk,  Virginia.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  August  29,  1918. 

COLVIN  HEATH 

Reported  for  duty  as  Second  Lieutenant,  April  20,  1918,  and  assigned  to  Company 
"E."  Attended  Divisional  Bayonet,  Grenade,  and  Infantry  Drill  Schools.  Pro- 
moted to  First  Lieutenant,  August  29,  1918. 


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SIMON  E.  SHEFFEY 

Reported  for  duty,  September  4,  1918,  and  assigned  to  the  Supply  Company,  later 
tranferred  to  Company  "K. "  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  September  3,  1918. 

CHARLES  W.  ARNOLD 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  the  Machine  Gun  Company.  Intelligence  Officer  for  Third 
Battalion.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  October  30,  1918. 

MEREDITH  J.  HOUSE 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1917.  Joined  Regiment,  September  5, 
1918.  Assigned  to  Company  "D."  Member  of  Track  Team  representing  8th 
Division  at  A.  A.  U.  Championship  Track  and  Field  Meet  held  at  Chicago,  September 
21,  1918.  Attended  8th  Division  Pistol  School,  October  15,  1918.  Instructor  at 
Divisional  Grenade  School,  Camp  Fremont,  during  October,  1918.  Appointed 
Exchange  Officer  for  First  Battalion,  November  30,  1918.  Promoted  to  First 
Lieutenant,  October  30,  1918. 

WALTER  L.  NORBERG 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  "K"  Company.  Transferred  to  Machine  Gun  Company. 
Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  October  30,  1918. 

LOUIS  A.  PALMER 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "L. "  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  October  30, 
1918. 

HORACE  R.  BOYNTON 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Joined  Regiment,  September  5, 
1918.  Assigned  Company  "E. "  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  October  30,  1918. 

PERCY  W.  SEAY 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty  with  Regiment, 
September  5,  1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "F. "  Member  of  the  advance  de- 
tachment for  the  8th  Division,  and  attended  Officers'  School  in  France.  Promoted 
to  First  Lieutenant,  October  30,  1918. 

EDWARD  BERANEK 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "A."  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  October  30, 
1918. 

CHARLES  D.  SOUTH 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "G."  Attended  Divisional  School  of  Physical 
Training,  and  Intelligence  and  Gas  Schools.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  Oc- 
tober 30,  1918. 


212  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

CHARLES  J.  COVER 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Joined  Regiment,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "I. "  Promoted  to  First  Lieu  tenant,  October  30, 1918. 

ALBION  J.  HOWELL 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Assigned  to  Machine  Gun  Com- 
pany. Intelligence  Officers,  First  Battalion.  Personnel  Adjutant,  First  Battalion  at 
Norfolk,  Virginia.  Promoted  to  First  Lieutenant,  November  i,  1918. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 

JAMES  C.  ELDRJDGE 

Joined  Twelfth,  April  20,  1916,  as  Chief  Musician.  On  duty  as  band  leader  since 
that  date.  Commissioned  Second  Lieutenant,  Camp  Fremont,  California,  July 

22,  1918. 

JESSUM  A.  RICKER 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918.  Assigned  to  Company  "B. "  Instructor  in  Casual  Camp  at  Camp  Fremont. 

MAHLON  E.  TRAYLOR 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Graduate  of  Fourth  Officers 
Training  Camp,  Camp  Fremont,  California.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "H."  Appointed  Canteen  Officer,  Twelfth  In- 
fantry at  Camp  Fremont.  Camp  Exchange  Officer,  Camp  Stuart,  Virginia. 

ROBERT  W.  DWIGGINS 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "G, "  later  transferred  to  Company  "F. " 

RALPH  W.  MOORE 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Headquarters  Company.  Member  of  the  8th  Division  ad- 
vance detachment,  and  attended  the  training  school  in  France. 

ROBERT  M.  LOWE 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty  with  Twelfth 
Infantry,  September  5,  I9i8,-and  assigned  to  Company  "H. " 

RALPH  W.  DICKINSON 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918.  Assigned  to  Company  "  I. "  Transferred  to  Company  "  D, "  Assistant  to  the 
Divisional  Gas  Officer  at  Camp  Fremont,  and  Personnel  Adjutant  at  Army  Supply 
Base,  Norfolk,  Virginia.  Attended  Divisional  Gas  School  at  Camp  Fremont. 

JOHN  P.  DECKER 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty  with  Regiment, 
September  5,  1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "F."  On  duty  with  "G"  and  "K" 
Companies. 


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ERNEST  B.  WOOD 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty  with  the 
Twelfth  Infantry  at  Camp  Fremont,  California,  August  28,  1918,  and  assigned  to 
Company  "M. "  Upon  arrival  at  Camp  Stuart,  appointed  Prison  Officer. 

BERNHARDT  L.  BERGSTROM 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Headquarters  Company,  commanding  Sappers  and  Bombers 
Platoon.  Later  transferred  to  Machine  Gun  Company.  Attended  Divisional 
Gas  School,  Camp  Fremont,  California. 

JOHN  B.  COUCH 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  to  Regiment,  September 
6,  1918.  Assigned  to  Company  "B."  Instructor  in  Casual  Camp  at  Camp  Fre- 
mont, California.  Attached  to  8th  Division  Advanced  School  Detachment  and 
attended  the  First  Army  Corps  School  in  France,  November  9,  1918.  Was  instruc- 
tor in  Hand  Grenade  School  and  Automatic  Rifles. 

JOHN  S.  STEWART 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September 
5,1918,  and  assigned  to  company  "  M . "  Transferred  to  Company  "  A . "  Attended 
Divisional  Gas  School. 

JOHN  J.  FATZ 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Assigned  to  Company  "C, " 
Twelfth  Infantry,  September  6,  1918. 

ALFRED  A.  WILLIAMS 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Joined  the  Regiment,  September 
5,  1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "  I.  "  Instructor  in  casual  camp. 

LYALL  B.  WEBSTER 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "E." 

RUDOLPH  J.  SCHOLTZ 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Assigned  to  Company  "C, " 
Twelfth  Infantry,  September  5,  1918.  Graduate  of  Divisional  Gas  School,  Sep- 
tember 12,  1918.  Attended  8th  Division  Pistol  School,  October  15,  1918.  Ap- 
pointed Athletic  Director  First  Battalion. 

JOSEPH  S.  ROPER 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Joined  Twelfth  Infantry,  Septem- 
ber 5,  1918.  Regimental  Mess  Officer.  Aide-de-camp  to  Brigadier  General  Hugh 
Johnson. 

FRANKLIN  V.  D.  BANGS 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918.  Assigned  to  Company  "F. "  Appointed  Assistant  Personnel  Adjutant  and 
later  made  Personnel  Adjutant. 


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BERTRAM  P.  PUCKETT 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty  with  Twelfth 
Infantry,  September  5,  1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "H. " 

ROBERT  E.  DONOVAN 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "  G. "  Attended  the  Divisional  Gas  School.  Mem- 
ber of  discharge  board  at  Port  of  Embarkation,  Newport  News,  Virginia. 

THOMAS  R.  HARP 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Assigned  to  Regiment,  August  27, 
1918,  and  joined  September,  1918.  Assigned  to  Company  "D."  Graduate  of 
Divisional  Gas  School,  September  12,  1918.  Attended  8th  Division  Pistol  School 
and  qualified  sixteenth  high  man,  October  15,  1918. 

ROLAND  A.  VANDERGRIFT 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "L. "  Attendted  Divisional  Gas  School  and  was 
Assistant  to  the  Division  Gas  Officer. 

HAROLD  A.  MCALLISTER 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Comany  "  L. "  Later  transferred  to  Headquarters  Company. 

GEORGE  G.  BEAUCHAMP 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  the  Supply  Company. 

WALTER  LANGE 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Assigned  to  the  Twelfth,  Septem- 
ber 5,  1918,  and  attached  to  Company  "  F. "  Transferred  to  Company  "  M, "  Janu- 
ary 19,  1919.  On  Detached  Service  at  Debarkation  Hospital  No.  51,  Hampton, 
Virginia,  with  "M"  Company  Detachment  since  January  22,  1919. 

GUY  H.  POULSON 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "B. "  Attended  Divisional  Bayonet  School. 

FRED.  I.  ZIMMERMAN 

Aooointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "K. "  Later  transferred  to  Company  "E. " 

ALLEN  P.  ROSE 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty  with  Twelfth, 
September  5,  1918,  and  assigned  to  Company  "B. "  Supply  Officer  for  First  Bat- 
talion. 


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CHARLES  N.  HOBBS 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Joined  Regiment,  September  5, 
1918,  assigned  to  Supply  Company.  Later  transferred  to  Machine  Gun  Company. 
Member  8th  Division  Advance  School  Detachment,  and  attended  Officers  School 
in  France. 

LINCOLN  M.  BYRD 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Reported  for  duty,  September  5, 
1918,  and  assigned  to  Headquarters  Company.  Attended  Divisional  Gas  School. 

PHIL  F.  GARVEY 

Appointed  Second  Lieutenant,  August  26,  1918.  Assigned  to  Twelfth  Infantry, 
August  27,  1918.  Attached  to  Company  "H"  September  5,  1918.  Transferred  to 
Company  "D, "  October  20,  1918. 

MEDICAL  OFFICERS 
Major 

JAMES  D.  PASCO 

Surgeon  Twelfth  Infantry.  Commissioned  Captain  in  M.  R.  C.,  June  15,  1917,  at 
Jacksonville,  Florida.  On  September  19, 1917,  reported  at  M.  O.  T.  C.,  Camp  Green- 
leaf,  Fort  Oglethorpe,  Georgia,  for  intensive  training.  On  November  19,  1917,  or- 
dered to  Presidio  of  San  Francisco,  California,  for  overseas  duty.  On  December  5, 
1917,  sailed  from  Fort  Mason  on  Transport  Sheridan  as  member  of  the  Roumanian 
Medical  Expedition,  under  command  of  Colonel  Walter  G.  McCaw,  M.  C.  On 
December  6th,  the  party  was  recalled  by  wireless  on  account  of  the  unsettled  condi- 
tions in  Russia.  On  January  7,  1918,  proceeded  to  Camp  Lewis,  Washington,  for 
duty  in  the  Base  Hospital.  On  May  I2th,  ordered  to  Camp  Fremont,  California,  to 
report  to  Commanding  General,  8th  Division,  for  duty.  On  arrival  was  assigned  as 
assistant  to  the  Surgeon  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry.  Except  for  a  few  weeks  on  de- 
tached duty  with  various  boards  of  the  8th  Division,  on  continuous  duty  with  the 
Twelfth  Infantry  since  that  date.  On  August  19,  1918,  designated  as  Surgeon  of  the 
Twelfth  Infantry.  On  November  I,  1918,  commissioned  as  Major  in  the  Medical 
Corps,  U.S.A.  On  November  I,  1918,  appointed  Camp  Surgeon,  Camp  Stuart, 
Virginia.  January  i,  1919,  duties  to  be  performed  in  connection  with  the  duties  as 
Surgeon  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry. 

Captains 

ARTHUR  L.  MUNGER 

Commissioned  First  Lieutenant,  M.  R.  C.,  July  10,  1917.  Ordered  into  active 
service,  August  20,  1917,  and  assigned  to  Regiment  at  Presidio  of  San  Francisco, 
California.  Attended  M.  O.  R.  C.  Training  School  at  Presidio  of  San  Francisco; 
appointed  Drill  Instructor  for  Regimental  Medical  Detachment.  Appointed  Regi- 
mental Sanitary  Inspector,  January  3,  1918.  Commissioned  Captain,  January  18, 
1918. 


216  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

RALPH  W.  PETERSON 

Commissioned  First  Lieutenant,  M.  O.  R.  C.,  July  5,  1917.  Reported  for  duty  at 
Fort  Benjamin  Harrison;  later  transferred  to  Twelfth  at  Camp  Fremont,  California. 
Appointed  Surgeon  to  First  Battalion.  Commissioned  Captain  at  Camp  Mills, 
New  York,  October  30,  1918.  Assistant  Camp  Surgeon,  Camp  Stuart,  Virginia. 

First  Lieutenants 

ALFRED  B.  PAVY 

Reported  for  duty,  July  10, 1917.  Assistant  Chief  of  Surgical  Clinics  at  Base  Hospi- 
tal Camp  Fremont.  Assistant  Regimental  Surgeon  for  Twelfth  Infantry  and  Sur- 
geon for  the  First  Battalion.  Member  of  the  Medical  Expedition  to  Roumania. 

JOHN  R.  BURGESS 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  Medical  Corps.     Assigned  to  Twelfth  Infantry. 

RUDOLPH  E.  SCHMIDT 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  Medical  Corps,  March  31,  1918.  Joined  Twelfth 
Infantry  at  Camp  Fremont,  California,  September  25,  1918.  Accompanied  Com- 
panies "C"  and  "D"  to  Camp  Mills,  New  York.  On  duty  at  Camp  Infirmary, 
Camp  Stuart,  Virginia. 

CHARLES  H.  ALLEN 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  Medical  Corps,  August  31,  1918.  Reported  for  duty, 
October  21,  1918.  Assistant  to  Regimental  Surgeon. 

FAY  G.  STONE 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  Medical  Corps.  Assigned  to  Twelfth  Infantry. 
RODERICK  F.  GILBRIDE 

Appointed  First  Lieutenant,  Medical  Corps.  Assigned  to  Twelfth  Infantry. 
RAY  D.  CURRY 

Assigned  to  Twelfth  Infantry,  November  i,  1918,  at  Camp  Mills,  New  York. 

Rejoined  the  Regiment  at  Camp  Stuart,  Virginia,   January  18,  1919.      Assigned  to 

First  Battalion,  Norfolk,  Virginia. 

CHAPLAINS 

First  Lieutenants 

DONALD  T.  GREY 

Joined  Regiment  at  Camp  Fremont,  California,  April  23,  1918,  and  has  served  con- 
tinuously to  date  as  chaplain. 

JOSEPH  J.  MURRAY 

Joined  Regiment  at  Camp  Fremont,  California,  August  31, 1918,  and  has  served  con- 
tinuously to  date  as  Chaplain. 

EUGENE  B.  CARROLL 

Joined  Regiment  at  Camp  Fremont,  California,  August  31,  1918,  and  served  con- 
tinuously as  Chaplain.  Died  November  21,  1918. 


Lieutenant  Colonel  Homer  N.  Preston 


Majors 


William  R.  Schmidt 


Charles  L.  Mullins 


Harris  M.  Melasky 


Captains 


Warfield  M.  Lewis 


Paul  H.  Brown 


Roy  Sloan 


Walter  Hellmers  Charles  R.  Sargent 


Bernard  P.  Miller 


Rex  G.  Hardy 


Edmund  W.  Hill 


Captains 


Harry  Beckett 


Richard  F.  Fairchild 


Henry  Whitaker 


Norman  B.  Courteney  Henry  R.  Anderson 


William  E.  Whittington  Milton  W.  Emmett 


H.  Norris  Bakken 


First  Lieutenants 


Gordon  F.  Stephens  William  A.  Moss  Sherman  K.  Burke 


H.  Lester  Barrett 


Carter  Collins 


Ercil  D.  Porter 


William  H.  Thomas 


Leslie  N.  Ross 


Lance  E.  Gowen 


First  Lieutenants 


Edward  M.  Ford  Alexander  Adair 


Warner  Clark 


William  W.  Johnston  Herman  L.  Welch  Arthur  B.  Todd 


Leo  R.  Hain  Paul  A.  Herron  George  U.  Wenner 


First  Lieutenants 


Samuel  K.  Strickler 


Basil  P.  Boykin 


Floyd  M.  Jardine 


Raymond  S.  Hobbie 


James  E.  Kelly 


Edward  W.  Price 


Charles  Boyle 


Percy  L.  Menefee 


Clifton  R.  Gordon 


First  Lieutenants 


Edwin  L.  Collins 


Walter  W.  Boon 


Brooke  E.  Sawyer 


Charles  W.  Elliott 


William  H.  Combs  Herbert  J.  McChrystal 


Colvin  Heath 


Simon  E.  Sheffey 


Charles  W.  Arnold 


First  Lieutenants 


Meredith  J.  House  Walter  L.  Norberg  Louis  A.  Palmer 


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Horace  R.  Boynton  Percy  W.  Seay 


Edward  Beranek 


Charles  D.  South  Charles  J.  Cover  Albion  J.  Howell 


Second  Lieutenants 


James  C.  Eldridge 


Jessum  A.  Ricker 


Mahlon  E.  Traylor 


Robert  W.  Dwiggins  Ralph  W.  Moore 


Robert  M.  Lowe 


Ralph  W.  Dickinson 


John  P.  Decker 


Ernest  B.  Wood 


Second  Lieutenants 


Bernhardt  L.  Bergstrom  John  B.  Couch 


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John  S.  Stewart 


John  J.  Fatz 


Alfred  A.  Williams  Lyall  B.  Webster 


Rudolph  J.  Scholtz 


Joseph  S.  Roper  Franklin  V.  D.  Bangs 


Second  Lieutenants 


Bertram  P.  Puckett  Robert  E.  Donovan 


Thomas  R.  Harp 


Roland  A.  Vandergrift  Harold  A.  McAllister  George  G.  Beauchamp 


Walter  Lange 


Guy  H.  Poulson 


Fred.  I.  Zimmerman 


Second  Lieutenants 


Allen  P.  Rose 


Charles  N.  Hobbs 


Lincoln  M.  Byrd 


Phil  F.  Garvey 


Chaplains.     First  Lieutenants 


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Donald  T.  Grey 


Joseph  J.  Murray 


Eugene  B.  Carroll 


Medical  Officers 


James  D.  Pasco 
Major 


Alfred  B.  Pavy 
First  Lieutenant 


Charles  H.  Allen 
First  Lieutenant 


Arthur  L.  Hunger 
Captain 


John  R.  Burgess 
First  Lieutenant 


Roderick  F.  Gilbride 
First  Lieutenant 


Ralph  W.  Peterson 
Captain 


Rudolph  E.  Schmidt 
First  Lieutenant 


Ray  D.  Curry 
First  Lieutenant 


Official  Business 


What  has  Lieutenant  Combs  done? 


Major  Melasky  gives 

out  latest  War  dope 

after  his  return 

from  France 


Regimental 

surgeon 

and  his 

staff 


Personnel 
adjutants 


At  Headquarters 


Officers'  Meeting 


The  Twelfth  Infantry  Band 


Meeting  of  Sergeants-Major  and  First  Sergeants 


Regimental   Staff 

THE  excellence  of  a  regiment  is  the  reflection  of  the  degree 
of  efficiency  obtained  by  its  officers,  and  at  Regimental 
Headquarters  we  have  efficiency  personified  in  the 
personnel  of  the  Regimental  Staff,  both  commissioned  and  non- 
commissioned. It  was  here  that  the  plans  were  formulated 
that  brought  the  Twelfth  Infantry  to  its  present  enviable  posi- 
tion, a  Regiment  second  to  none  in  morale,  discipline,  and 
efficiency. 

As  the  body  draws  the  vital  fluid  from  the  heart,  so  does 
Regimental  Headquarters  pump  vigor  and  vitality  into  the 
Regiment,  and  the  stimulating  effect  is  reflected  in  every 
officer,  non-commissioned  officer,  and  man  in  the  organization. 

Staff  officers  are  chosen  for  their  marked  ability  and  effi- 
ciency, and  they  must  be  experts  in  the  knowledge  and  execu- 
tion of  every  phase  of  military  training,  administration,  and 
life. 

To  simplify  the  vast  amount  of  work  that  must  be  accom- 
plished and  to  insure  efficiency  and  dispatch  in  the  administra- 
tion of  the  Regiment,  the  staff  is  divided  into  the  following 
sections  or  departments,  each  with  its  individual  head,  who  is 
accountable  to  the  Adjutant  for  his  department:  The  Adju- 
tant, Personnel  Adjutant,  Intelligence  Officer,  Operations 
Officer,  comprise  the  personnel  of  the  present  Regimental  Staff. 
Few  men  in  the  ranks  fully  understand  the  functions  and  the 

complex  workings  of  the  Regimental  Staff.     To  most  of  them 

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it  is  something  remote  and  mysterious  with  which  they  seldom 
have  a  close  or  intimate  relation. 

The  Adjutant  is  the  executive  head  and  is  directly  re- 
sponsible to  the  Commanding  Officer  for  all  details  of  the  ad- 
ministration of  the  Regiment.  He  is  the  mouthpiece  of  the 
Commanding  Officer,  and  his  position  is  one  of  great  confidence 
and  trust,  and  he  is  practically  chief  of  staff  of  the  Regiment. 
His  office  is  a  difficult  one,  for  he  must  combine  in  his  personality 
the  qualities  of  a  soldier,  business  man,  and  diplomat.  In  the  of- 
fice of  the  Adjutant  are  formulated  all  plans  and  schedules  rela- 
tive to  instruction,  training,  discipline,  and  equipment  of  the  men 
of  the  Regiment.  The  Adjutant's  office  should  exemplify  sys- 
tem, order,  and  accuracy,  and  everything  about  the  Adjutant's 
office  should  be  indicative  of  system,  order,  neatness,  and  thor- 
oughness, and  all  business  should  be  transacted  in  a  prompt, 
systematic,  businesslike  manner.  The  Adjutant  should  be 
well  posted  in  the  duties  of  his  office,  and  should  command  the 
respect  and  enjoy  the  confidence  of  all  his  fellow  officers.  It 
is  the  duty  of  the  Adjutant  to  promote  contentment  and  elimi- 
nate friction  in  the  administration  of  the  Regiment  and  upon 
him  depends  the  degree  of  smoothness  with  which  the  official 
machinery  runs. 

The  Personnel  Department  is  the  regimental  prestidigita- 
tor. There  is  no  end  to  the  variety  of  its  functions.  It  is  not 
only  expected  to  and  does  produce  pay  rolls  listing  every  man 
in  the  Regiment,  but  at  the  same  time  can  furnish  complete 
information  upon  the  personnel  of  the  Regiment,  their  service 
records  and  civil  antecedents. 

No  matter  what  the  degree  of  justification,  there  is  a  limit- 
less variety  of  questions  to  engross  the  attention  of  the  Per- 
sonnel Department.  General  orders,  special  orders,  bulletins, 
circulars,  memoranda,  errors,  complaints,  insurance,  family 
and  Liberty  Bond  allotments, — all  are  cared  for  by  the  Per- 
sonnel Department.  In  addition  to  all  these  matters,  the 


Regimental  Staff  219 

Personnel  Department  keeps  an  accurately  posted  and  checked 
triple  index  card  system  on  which  is  recorded  all  information 
with  reference  to  the  pay  and  status  of  every  soldier  in  the 
Regiment.  These  are  corrected  daily.  Furthermore,  a  be- 
wildering number  of  statistical  reports  are  a  weekly  and 
monthly  requirement  from  the  Regiment,  and  these  are  all 
collected  and  submitted  by  the  Personnel  Department. 

The  Personnel  Department  follows  a  soldier  from  the  time 
that  he  enters  the  service  until  the  day  that  he  is  mustered  out, 
keeping  an  accurate  record  of  his  military  career  by  means  of 
service  records,  pay  cards,  allotment  blanks,  insurance  appli- 
cations, and  qualification,  locator,  and  A.  E.  F.  cards. 

The  Intelligence  Department  is  the  eyes  of  the  Regiment. 
The  Intelligence  Officer  is  responsible  that  the  commanding 
officer  be  at  all  times  informed  with  regard  to  the  proximity 
and  movements  of  the  enemy.  He  must  investigate  thor- 
oughly and  cautiously  all  conditions  and  impart  the  knowledge 
of  all  enemy  movements  to  the  commanding  officer.  Great 
dependence  is  placed  upon  their  skill  and  powers  of  observation. 

The  Operations  Department  is  responsible  for  all  move- 
ments of  the  Regiment.  It  is  the  Operations  Officer  who  drafts 
the  march  orders  and  all  orders  pertaining  to  any  movement  of 
the  Regiment. 

The  following  is  the  commissioned  personnel  of  the  Re- 
gimental Staff  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry:  Adjutant,  Captain 
Norman  B.  Courteney;  Personnel  Adjutant,  Captain  H. 
Morris  Bakken;  Operations  Officer,  Captain  Warfield  M. 
Lewis;  Assistant  Adjutant,  First  Lieutenant  William  H. 
Combs;  Assistant  Personnel  Adjutant,  Second  Lieutenant 
Franklin  V.  D.  Bangs. 


Schedule  of  Instruction,  Twelfth   Infantry 


PERIOD:     OCT.  7  TO  OCT.  12,  1918 


TIME 


CHARACTER    OF    INSTRUCTION 


REMARKS 


Monday        Entire  day         Combat  firing 


ist  Battalion 


A.M. 


Second  and  Third  Battalions 
7 :  30-  8 :  oo     Marching  to  drill  grounds 


As  in  forward  training  area 


8:00-  8:30     Calisthenics 


Koehler's    Manual,    S.    R. 
No.  23.     By  Bns. 


8:  30-  9:  oo     New  Platoon  drill 


Under  Company  and  Pla- 
toon Commanders 


9:  oo-  9:  30     Gas  Instruction 


9 :  30- 1  o :  oo     Musketry 


Fire     Distribution,     Pam- 
phlet 631 


P.M. 


10: oo-i i :  oo     Bayonet 


1 1 :  oo-i  1 :  30     March  to  Reg.  Parade  Ground     As  in  forward  training  area 
1 1 :  30-12 :  oo     Marching  to  music 


1 :  30-  4:  oo     Group  leading,  advance  under 
fire,  march  by  compass 


Pamphlet 


4:  oo-  4:  30     Marching  to  music 


4:30- 


Parade 


Second  Battalion 


4:  3°~  5: 


Gas  Instruction 


Third  Battalion 


5:  15-  6:  15     Officers'  Bayonet  Instruction 


7:00-  8:00     N.  C.  O.  School 


Subject  to  be  taken    up    in 
next  two  days'  work 


Tuesday        Entire  day         Combat  Firing 


Second  Battalion 


Same  as  Monday,  except: 

P.M.         4:30  Parade 


Schedule  of  Instruction 

First  and  Third  Battalions 

Third  Battalion 


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4:  30—  5:  oo     Gas  Instruction 


First  Battalion 


Wednesday  Entire  day         Combat  Firing 


Third  Battalion 


A.M. 


First  and  Second  Battalions 
Same  as  Monday 


P.M.         i :  30-  4:  oo     Same  as  Monday 


For  "G"  and  "H"  Com- 
panies only 


i :  30-  4:  oo    Gas  House 


According  to  program  be- 
low, for  First  Battalion 
and  "E"  and  "F"  Com- 
panies 


Thursday 

A.M.        8:30-  9:30 


Same  as  Monday,  except: 
New  Platoon  drill 


Company      and       Platoon 
Commanders 


9 :  30-1  o :  oo     Musketry 


Range  estimation  by  Pla- 
toon and  Squad  leaders; 
use  of  Mil  Rule,  sight 
leaf,  etc. 


P.M.        i:  30-  4:  oo 


Platoons  attacking  a  strong 
point — Cooperation  be- 
tween Platoons 


For  First  Battalion  and"  E" 
and  "F"  Companies 


i  :  30-  4:  oo     Gas  House 

See  program  below 

4:30                 Parade 

First  Battalion 

7  :  oo-  8  :  oo     No  N.  C.  O.  School 

Friday 

A.M.       9:30-10:00 


Same  as  Thursday,  except: 
Musketry 


Use  of  cover,  battlefield 
communication,  recon- 
naissance, etc. 


P.M.        1:30-  4:00 


Same  problems,  explaining  tac- 
tical use  of  various  weapons 
(M.  G.  automatic  rifle,  etc.) 
in  this  work 


Pamphlet  802 


4:  oo 


No  marching  to  music 


4^5 


Regimental  Parade 


7:  oo-  8:  oo     N.  C.  O.  School 


Saturday 


Inspection 


Orders  will  be  issued  later 


Manual  of  Arms  will  be  given  for  ten  minutes  at  retreat  formation.  During  rest 
periods  instructions  will  be  given  in  rendering  salutes,  to  the  colors  and  to  officers, 
both  indoors  and  out. 


Non-Commissioned  Staff 

UP  to  May,  1918, — it  seems  years  ago, — this  Regiment  con- 
sisted wholly  of  regulars,  the  greater  part  of  whom  had 
enlisted  prior  to  April,  1917.  With  about  1800  men  in 
the  whole  Regiment,  and  the  old  routine  running  along  smooth- 
ly, there  was  comparatively  little  paper  work  at  Regimental 
Headquarters.  Five  men  not  only  handled  it,  but  had  a  great 
deal  of  leisure  time  on  their  hands.  Then,  on  orders  from  the 
War  Department,  a  Personnel  Section  was  formed,  adding  a 
Regimental  Sergeant  Major  and  two  sergeants  as  clerks. 
Simultaneously  with  the  organization  of  this  section,  about 
1 200  drafted  recruits  were  received,  doubling  the  strength  of 
the  Regiment  and  more  than  doubling  the  paper  work. 

We  had  scarcely  organized  when  the  Regimental  Sergeant 
Major  was  transferred  to  the  Development  Battalion,  and  a 
Battalion  Sergeant  Major  received  a  commission.  With  the 
transfer  of  all  well-drilled  recruits  in  early  August  to  the  Sibe- 
rian Expeditionary  Forces,  and  the  receipt  of  some  2400  drafted 
recruits  at  the  same  time,  and  finally  the  transfer  of  one  of  the 
Battalion  Sergeant  Majors  to  Division  Headquarters,  this 
office  was  veritably  a  madhouse,  and  a  complete  reorganiza- 
tion was  necessary.  This  was  finally  effected,  and  in  October, 
1918,  we  were  ready  for  "Over  There." 

Regimental  Sergeant  Major  James  H.  Graham  headed  the 
column,  and  Regimental  Sergeant  Major  Wesley  D.  Sylvester 

222 


Non-Commissioned  Staff  223 

followed  him  like  his  shadow,  with  his  pet  hobby,  " Personnel," 
along  beside  him.  Battalion  Sergeants  Major  Raymond  C. 
Williamson,  Thomas  F.  Orr,  and  Lucius  H.  Graham,  with  a 
whole  army  of  clerks  and  stenographers  composed  the  line. 
As  the  machine  gun  and  rifle  have  replaced  the  sword,  so  has 
the  typewriter  largely  replaced  the  pen,  and  the  first  sergeants 
used  to  start  digging  themselves  in  when  they  came  within 
sound  of  our  battery  of  typewriters — there  were  sixteen  of 
them  in  action. 

Headquarters  was  again  put  to  the  severest  test  when  the 
"flu"  quarantine  came  down  upon  us,  and  we  evacuated  the 
building  we  had  been  occupying  for  ten  months  to  take  up 
quarters  in  the  small  Officers'  Club  House.  It  was  at  this  time 
that  orders  finally  arrived  for  the  8th  Division  to  start  for 
France  and  all  the  troubles  of  the  orderly  rooms  were  brought 
to  Headquarters  to  be  solved.  During  this  period  the  staff 
put  in  many  an  all-night  session  in  order  that  when  we 
reached  the  Port  of  Embarkation  the  Twelfth  would  be  delayed 
through  no  fault  of  Headquarters. 

Anyway,  we  managed  to  get  the  work  out,  and  carried  the 
bloodless  battle  through  from  Camp  Fremont,  California,  by 
way  of  Camp  Mills,  New  York,  to  Camp  Stuart,  Virginia, 
where  we  are  now  thoroughly  entrenched  in  the  front  line 
trenches,  replacing  the  Forty-eighth  Infantry,  which  has  re- 
tired for  recuperation  and  rest. 

We  now  maintain  two  headquarters:  Regimental  Head- 
quarters proper  at  Camp  Stuart,  Va.,  and  First  Battalion 
Headquarters  at  the  Army  Supply  Base,  Norfolk,  Va.,  with 
Battalion  Sergeant  Major  Williamson  and  Corporal  Navone 
and  two  clerks  holding  down  the  work.  At  Stuart  we  have 
Regimental  Sergeant  Major  James  H.  Graham,  Battalion 
Sergeant  Major  Thomas  F.  Orr,  Sergeant  John  V.  Graf,  Cor- 
poral Charles  D.  T.  Hughes  and  five  clerks — with  Battalion 
Sergeant  Major  Lucius  H.  Graham  on  the  way  to  join  us,  the 


224  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

latter  having  been  in  Base  Hospital,  Camp  Grant,  Illinois,  with 
influenza  and  pneumonia,  since  October  25,  1918.  Regimental 
Sergeant  Major  W.  D.  Sylvester,  Corporal  Herman  H.  Keck, 
and  Corporal  Peru  Farver  and  two  clerks  comprise  the  Per- 
sonnel Section. 


The   Sky   Pilot's  Story 


"A  Chaplain  is  either  the  damnedest  nuisance  in  the  Regiment  or  one  of  the  greatest 
helps  that  the  Commanding  Officer  can  have." — A.  A. 

SUCH  was  the  startling  statement  that  greeted  us  in  our 
first  conference  with  the  new  C.  O.  of  the  Regiment. 
And  thus  did  the  Colonel  in  his  characteristically  pic- 
turesque way  begin  to  lay  before  the  three  of  us  his  idea  of  the 
Chaplain's  work.     It  was  just  as  characteristic  of  him  that  he 
should  summon  us  for  this  interview  at  all,  for  too  often  the 
Chaplain  has  to  find  his  own  place  and  make  his  way  without 
hindrance  but  without  help  from  his  commander. 

The  place  of  the  Chaplain  in  the  Army  is  unique.  It  is  a 
place  not  outlined  by  rules  or  settled  by  precedent.  He  may 
leave  it  a  place  without  value.  He  may  make  it  a  position  of 
great  usefulness.  The  Chaplain  is  the  official  Friend  of  the 
Regiment.  It  is  his  place  to  apply  the  oil  to  the  necessarily 
inflexible  machinery  in  which  the  life  of  the  soldier  revolves. 
The  army  is  not  a  playground  of  children.  It  is  a  stern  busi- 
ness in  which  men  must  cheerfully  surrender  their  individual 
desires  and  willingly  sacrifice  or  suffer.  But  it  is  well  that 
there  should  be  one  man  in  a  measure  free  from  the  rules  of 
the  system  to  see  that  the  men  are  not  lost  in  the  job  and  to 
watch  lest  any  man  suffer  needlessly  or  unjustly.  The  Chap- 
lain is  there  to  look  on  men  first  of  all  not  as  soldiers  but  as 
men.  To  him  any  man  can  come  at  any  time,  for  sympathy, 

for  advice,  for  warning,  or  for  help.     He  is  the  friend  of  the 

225 


226  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

men.  And  this  is  his  chief  business.  After  this  he  may  be 
preacher,  teacher,  entertainer — what  he  will,  and  upon  that 
basis  he  may  broaden  his  work  to  the  extent  of  his  ambition 
and  ability.  The  Chaplain  has  the  finest  human  material  to 
work  with,  and  if  he  sees  right  he  has  a  task  that  is  boundless. 
What  wonder  if  he  fails  so  much.  He  is  commissioned  to 
look  out  for  all  the  non-military  interests  of  the  men — their 
comfort,  their  pleasure,  their  well-being  mentally,  morally, 
and  spiritually.  It  is  his  place  to  help  them  keep  fit  as  soldiers 
and  as  men,  to  teach  them,  entertain  them,  to  keep  them  out 
of  trouble,  and  to  help  them  when  they  get  in  trouble.  He 
must  do  his  work  at  times  without  building  and  equipment 
and  the  church  organization  of  civil  life.  He  is  not  like  the 
preacher  in  civil  life,  the  head  of  an  institution,  but  rather  the 
institution  of  service. 

When  Chaplain  George  Rice  left  the  Twelfth  about  May 
I,  1918,  to  become  Divisional  Chaplain  of  the  Eighth  Division, 
his  place  was  taken  by  Chaplain  Donald  T.  Grey.  In  August 
Chaplain  Eugene  B.  Carroll  and  Chaplain  Joseph  J.  Murray 
came  to  the  Regiment.  This  arrangement  continued  until  the 
death  of  Chaplain  Carroll  from  pneumonia,  November  21, 
1918. 

From  the  Border  the  Regiment  had  brought  a  moving  pic- 
ture machine  and  a  piano.  At  Camp  Fremont  Chaplain  Rice 
"rustled"  a  big  assembly  tent,  which  with  much  mending 
served  during  our  stay  there. 

From  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  Chaplain  Grey  borrowed  benches 
for  six  hundred  men,  writing  tables  for  fifty,  and  a  platform. 
Shelves  were  built  and  a  branch  of  the  A.  L.  A.  installed.  A 
white  cross  flag  and  a  bulletin  board  announced  the  whole  as  a 
Chaplains'  Tent.  Actually  it  became  the  parlor,  library,  school, 
club,  and  church  for  the  Regiment.  No  place  in  California  is 
more  delightful  than  the  cool  of  an  airy  tent,  and  that  the  men 
found  out.  The  little  tin  horn  phonograph  started  at  7:30 


The  Sky  Pilot's  Story  227 

A.M.  and  continued  till  tattoo.  There  were  always  some  rag- 
time and  a  hymn  book  on  the  piano,  and  if  one  wasn't  in  use 
the  other  probably  was.  Something  was  doing  every  evening 
at  the  Tent,  a  movie,  an  entertainment,  a  sing,  or  a  service. 

From  May  to  July,  with  the  assistance  of  some  ladies  se- 
cured through  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.,  Chaplain  Grey  conducted  a 
school  in  English.  For  among  the  recruits  who  came  to  the 
Regiment  in  May  there  were  many  Mexicans  and  others  who 
could  not  speak  English.  Some  immigrants  from  European 
countries  had  not  learned  the  English  system  of  writing,  or 
were  baffled  by  our  strange  spelling  when  they  came  to  read 
their  orders.  The  boys  of  this  school  will  always  remember 
with  gratitude  those  teachers  who  gladly  gave  up  four  after- 
noons every  week  to  come  and  struggle  with  them.  In 
August,  such  of  the  men  of  this  school  as  were  not  sent  to 
Siberia,  were  transferred  to  the  Development  Battalion  where 
they  could  be  given  five  hours  a  day  at  their  studies. 

From  August  until  we  left  for  the  East  the  activities  of 
the  Chaplains'  Tent  became  of  more  and  more  importance  to 
the  men,  because  of  the  successive  quarantines  placed  upon  the 
Regiment.  First  there  was  the  detention  quarantine  upon  the 
new  men,  then  the  measles  quarantine,  then  the  "Flu"  quaran- 
tine, each  one  tighter  than  the  last.  In  September  all  indoor 
meetings  were  banned  and  the  tent  had  to  be  struck.  A  month 
later  it  was  permitted  up  again,  but  only  for  a  few  weeks,  and 
for  the  remainder  of  our  stay  we  had  a  fresh-air  institution, 
with  sometimes  more  air  than  we  desired.  The  benches  orna- 
mented the  bare  ground;  the  writing  tables  with  their  maga- 
zines and  boxes  of  stationery  stood  open  to  the  wind  and  the 
dew;  and  the  movie  screen  flapped  like  a  sail  in  the  night  air. 
Only  the  precious  old  movie  machine  and  Private  Sherwood, 
the  operator,  were  under  the  shelter  of  a  seven  by  nine.  No 
man  could  cross  the  guard  line  and  the  Chaplains'  Area  was 
the  only  amusement  place  for  3000  men.  Every  evening  the 


228  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

benches  were  crowded  to  the  limit  and  the  ground  covered  with 
the  men  who  wanted  to  see  Fatty  Arbuckle  and  William  S. 
Hart.  The  old  piano  hadn't  enough  jazz  left  in  her  to  accom- 
pany the  voices  of  that  throng  in  the  open  air,  but  often  some 
of  the  band  would  bring  a  cornet  or  a  saxophone,  and  there 
were  some  pretty  good  sings.  New  songs,  old  songs,  war  songs, 
gospel  songs — it  was  all  the  same  about  the  music  if  the  words 
were  on  the  screen. 

Sunday  was  the  busy  day.  Religious  services  under  these 
conditions  had  their  peculiar  character.  Early  Sunday  morn- 
ing, usually  in  a  quiet  spot  down  behind  the  Infirmary,  Chap- 
lain Carroll  would  say  Mass.  On  the  checkerboard  of  a  game 
table  he  would  lay  his  altar  stone  and  cover  board  and  stone 
with  his  altar  cloth.  Never  was  the  table  large  enough,  and 
the  soldier  altar  boy  often  had  to  pass  the  vessels  for  the 
service  directly  from  the  satchel  to  the  priest.  At  ten  thirty 
there  was  the  Protestant  service  held  by  Chaplain  Grey  or 
Chaplain  Murray.  Often  the  sun  would  be  so  hot  that  the 
men  would  have  to  wear  their  hats  as  protection.  In  the 
afternoon  the  area  would  swarm  with  men  to  watch  the  games 
or  the  boxing  on  the  platform.  And  then  at  night  would  be 
the  general  song  service,  the  words  on  the  movie  screen  instead 
of  a  book;  the  prayer,  all  standing  with  bared  heads  under  the 
starry  sky;  and  the  sermon,  a  Chaplain's  message  to  his  men, 
spoken  from  a  rickety  little  table  or  sometimes  from  the  top 
of  the  piano. 

Sunday  afternoon  during  the  measles  quarantine  brought 
many  visitors  but  the  slow  marching  sentry  held  them  beyond 
the  line  of  the  fence.  To  accommodate  these  visitors  benches 
were  carried  over  the  line,  and  family  reunions  joyfully  pro- 
gressed with  the  sentry  marching  between.  Once  in  a  while, 
the  Chaplain  would  pilot  a  man  through  the  restrictions  to  his 
girl  and  bring  him  back  a  married  man  while  the  happy  bride 
went  her  way  home  to  wait  till  war  was  over. 


The  Sky  Pilot's  Story  229 

During  the  last  few  weeks  of  the  stay  at  Fremont  the  Chap- 
lains became  the  chief  liaison  officers  between  the  men  and  the 
world  outside.  Stamps  had  to  be  bought  and  sold  to  the  men, 
to  the  extent  of  a  thousand  dollars  or  more.  Wrapping  paper 
and  string  was  kept  on  hand  and  twelve  or  fifteen  truck-loads 
of  express  sent  away  home  in  preparation  for  the  oversea  trip 
that  never  came.  There  were  telegrams  to  be  sent,  checks  to 
be  cashed,  money  orders  and  telegraphic  transfers  to  be  turned 
into  money.  A  cardboard  box  in  the  Chaplains'  quarters 
sometimes  had  a  thousand  dollars  in  greenbacks  in  it.  There 
were  so  many  requests  for  help  and  advice  that  the  men  would 
have  to  stand  in  line  until  their  turn  at  the  Chaplain  came. 
We  learned  that  you  could  trust  nearly  any  man  in  the  army. 
One  day  a  Chaplain,  suddenly  called  away,  left  several  hun- 
dred dollars  lying  loose  on  a  bench.  There  were  hundreds  of 
men  around,  but  it  was  all  there  several  hours  later. 

Then  came  a  week  on  the  troop  train.  During  this  time 
the  Chaplains  were  chief  "news  butchers."  At  every  noon 
stop  there  was  a  scramble  to  get  chocolates  enough  to  last 
till  the  next  day,  and  to  get  candles  to  light  a  train  that  was 
as  dark  as  the  tomb.  The  pretty  little  postmistress  at  some 
Nevada  town  was  quite  bowled  over  by  a  request  for  $50.00 
worth  of  stamps  at  one  crack.  Then  there  were  trips  through 
the  coaches  of  the  long  train  to  sell  stamps,  to  distribute  books 
and  stationery  and  games,  and  to  visit  the  sick  ones. 

Over  the  days  at  Camp  Mills  we  prefer  to  draw  the  veil  of 
obscurity.  It  was  too  cold  for  men  to  meet  outdoors  and 
there  wasn't  a  place  where  a  dozen  could  gather  inside.  There 
was  nothing  the  Chaplains  could  do  but  sympathize  and  there 
wasn't  enough  of  that  to  supply  the  needs  at  such  a  time.  It 
was  hard  for  the  Regiment  to  face  the  heart-breaking  necessity 
of  turning  aside  from  the  goal  that  had  so  long  and  so  earnestly 
been  set  before  us.  But  the  men  did  it  with  splendid  courage. 

The  stay  at  Camp  Mills  was  saddened  by  the  death  of 


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Chaplain  Carroll.  While  on  pass  he  was  seized  with  influenza, 
which  rapidly  turned  into  pneumonia,  and  he  died  at  Phila- 
delphia among  his  relatives.  He  had  won  the  friendship  of 
everybody  in  the  Regiment  by  his  friendliness,  his  kindly  dis- 
position, and  his  unselfishness  in  helping  the  men. 

And  now  we  are  at  the  Newport  News  Port  of  Embarka- 
tion. The  Regiment  is  broken  into  detachments  about  the 
Port  and  the  Chaplains  have  become  itinerant  preachers, 
going  the  circuit  of  eight  detachments,  holding  services,  ar- 
ranging entertainments  and  programs,  gathering  athletic 
equipment,  and  doing  any  job  that  comes  to  hand  for  the 
pleasure  or  good  of  the  men. 

No  Chaplains  ever  had  a  finer  Regiment  in  which  to  serve, 
and  none  could  be  prouder  of  the  men  and  officers  with  whom 
they  live  and  work.  If  we  have  taught  the  men  anything,  we 
have  learned  from  them  in  return  more.  And  from  the  cheer- 
fulness and  courage  under  hardship,  the  spirit  of  self-sacrifice 
for  the  common  good,  the  honor  and  devotion  to  the  great 
cause  that  we  have  seen  among  our  men  we  will  have  more 
trust  in  mankind  and  a  bigger  idea  of  religion. 


The  Battalions 


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The   First  Battalion 

IT  is  difficult  to  record  a  history  of  the  First  Battalion  of 
the  "Old  Twelfth"  without  repeating  the  Regimental 
history,  for  the  First  Battalion,  because  of  its  numerical 
designation,  was  born  with  the  Regiment,  and  during  the 
greater  part  of  the  early  life  of  the  Twelfth  was  its  only 
battalion. 

The  Battalion's  history  therefore  dates  from  1789,  when 
war  with  France  and  England  threatened  this  country,  and 
when  a  number  of  new  regiments  were  formed,  including  the 
Twelfth.  In  view  of  the  fact  that  the  war  did  not  materialize, 
these  new  regiments  shortly  passed  out  of  existence,  not  to  be 
reformed  until  1812.  In  this  war,  known  as  the  "War  of 
1812,"  the  Battalion  played  a  prominent  part  with  the  Regi- 
ment on  many  battlefields. 

The  next  time  in  history  that  the  Twelfth  appears  on  the 
scene  is  in  1846-47,  during  the  war  with  Mexico,  and  records 
are  available  which  single  out  battalions,  and  even  companies 
and  individuals,  for  meritorious  conduct. 

In  this  war  the  First  Battalion  consisted  of  three  companies, 
"B,"  "C,"  and  "H."  "B"  and  "C"  Companies,  and  Captain 
Wood  of  "C,"  Company,  are  specially  mentioned  in  the  ac- 
count of  the  frontal  attack  on  Valencia's  position  at  Contreras, 
and  again  with  "H"  and  "K"  Companies  in  the  pursuit  of 
Valencia  and  the  battles  that  followed  at  San  Antonio,  Churu- 
busco,  and  Tete  du  Pont.  At  Tete  du  Pont  the  First  Battal- 

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234  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

ion  and  "K"  Company  held  over  7000  Mexicans  for  over 
half  an  hour  until  reinforcements  arrived  and  clinched  the 
victory. 

After  the  triumphal  march  into  the  city  of  Mexico,  in 
which  the  Battalion  participated,  the  war  closed,  and  the 
Twelfth  again  passed  out  of  existence. 

In  1 86 1  the  Regiment  was  again  organized  and  since  that 
date  has  been  in  continuous  existence.  During  1861  and  1862, 
until  the  second  battle  of  Bull  Run,  the  First  Battalion  oper- 
ated as  the  Twelfth  Infantry,  and  during  1862  took  part  in  the 
campaigns  in  Virginia;  fought  at  Yorktown  in  April,  Gaines's 
Mill  on  June  27th,  and  the  second  Bull  Run.  After  this  battle 
it  was  joined  by  the  Second  Battalion  and  fought  at  Antietam, 
Chancellorsville,  and  Spring  Run. 

In  1863  the  First  Battalion  was  at  Gettysburg;  and  in  1864 
it  took  part  in  the  battles  of  the  Wilderness,  Spottsylvania, 
Petersburg,  Jerusalem  Road,  and  Weldon  Railroad. 

In  1865  it  was  at  Richmond,  Va.,  and  from  1865  until  1869 
at  the  defenses  of  Washington. 

Following  the  Civil  War,  the  Twelfth  was  sent  west  to 
blaze  the  trail  for  the  white  settler.  The  companies  of  the 
First  Battalion  have  an  excellent  record  for  the  work  done  in 
the  western  country. 

In  1875,  "B"  Company  built  the  telegraph  line  from  Yuma, 
Arizona,  to  San  Diego,  California,  while  "C"  Company  was  up  in 
Nevada  fighting  Indians  on  the  desert.  In  1877  "B,"  "C,"  and 
"D"  Companies,  together  with  "F"  Company  of  the  Second  Bat- 
talion, fought  the  famous  Nez  Perces  Indian  campaign  and  again 
in  1878  these  three  companies  with  "F"  and  "K"  Companies 
fought  the  Bannock  Indian  War  in  Oregon  and  Idaho. 

In  1 88 1  while  the  Regiment  was  fighting  the  Apaches  in 
Arizona,  "D"  Company  distinguished  itself  by  saving  Fort 
Apache  against  tremendous  odds. 

In  1890  "A,"  "B,"  and  "C"  Companies  patrolled  the  Brule 


The  First  Battalion  235 

Indian  Reservation,  protecting  the  white  settlers  who  were  oc- 
cupying the  surrounding  country. 

In  1894  "A"  Company,  with  "H"  and  "K"  Companies,  was 
at  the  frontier  post  of  Fort  Yates,  N.  D.,  and  in  1895  the  Regi- 
ment was  reassembled  at  Fort  Niobrara,  Nebraska,  where  it 
remained  until  the  outbreak  of  the  Spanish-American  War. 

The  companies  of  the  First  Battalion  can  well  be  proud  of 
the  service  they  rendered  in  the  building  of  the  Great  West. 

As  the  Twelfth  was  one  of  the  first  regiments  to  land  in 
Cuba  after  the  declaration  of  war  against  Spain,  in  1898,  the 
companies  of  the  First  Battalion  again  had  a  chance  to  prove 
their  mettle. 

The  battle  of  El  Coney  on  July  ist  was  finally  won  after 
"A"  and  "D"  Companies,  together  with  "F"  Company  of  the 
Second  Battalion,  made  a  successful  charge  against  a  stone  fort, 
which  was  the  strong  point  of  Spanish  resistance.  The  Battalion 
later  fought,  as  part  of  the  Regiment,  at  San  Juan  Hill  and 
Santiago,  and  took  part  in  the  formal  surrender  of  the  latter 
place. 

After  the  fighting  in  Cuba,  the  Twelfth  was  hurried,  in 
March,  1899,  to  the  Philippine  Islands.  It  sailed  from  New 
York  via  the  Suez  Canal,  and  after  fighting  around  Manila 
for  several  months  the  First  Battalion  was  detached  and  sent 
to  carry  the  American  Flag  to  the  Island  of  Samar,  where  the 
several  companies  were  confronted  with  a  task  that  would  test 
the  strength  of  supermen,  but  they  did  their  work  so  well  that, 
when  again  in  1905  the  island  needed  policing,  the  First  Bat- 
talion was  selected  to  do  the  job. 

On  Samar,  one  of  the  largest  islands  of  the  Archipelago, 
there  are  many  works  that  stand  as  monuments  to  the  com- 
panies of  the  First  Battalion;  roads  and  trails  through  the 
dense  jungles,  bridges,  villages,  besides  a  pacified  and  contented 
lot  of  natives. 

Since  the  Twelfth  returned  from  the  Philippines  in  1906,  it 


236  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

has  spent  most  of  its  time  on  the  Mexican  Border  and  in 
California.  The  First  Battalion  was  with  the  Regiment  at 
the  Presidio  of  San  Francisco,  where  the  Twelfth  was  a  part 
of  Pershing's  Brigade.  Before  going  to  the  Presidio  of  San 
Francisco,  it  was  at  the  Presidio  of  Monterey. 

In  November,  1915,  while  the  Regiment  was  on  Border 
Duty  there  was  a  bit  of  a  scrap  with  the  Mexicans  in  which  the 
companies  of  the  Battalion  played  a  part.  "A"  Company 
being  specially  prominent. 

Then  again  came  the  Presidio  of  San  Francisco  and  the 
Great  War  in  1917,  and  Camp  Fremont,  California,  January 
5,  1918. 

The  First  Battalion,  as  all  the  others,  will  long  remember  the 
intensive  training  schedules,  the  day  and  night  drills,  the 
growling  bayonet  men,  and  the  stealthy  "intelligencers"  that 
were  all  a  part  of  the  life  at  Camp  Fremont,  where  they  were 
preparing  to  meet  the  Hun.  Also  all  will  remember  the  send- 
ing of  so  many  of  their  number  to  Siberia  in  August  and  never 
will  it  forget  the  "Quarantine  without  end. " 

Finally  the  Great  Day  came,  the  entraining  for  New  York, 
arriving  at  Camp  Mills  the  end  of  October,  1918.  Off  for 
France  at  last  to  fight  the  Boche — but  fate  decreed  other- 
wise. November  nth  interfered  and  after  a  period  of  mud, 
quarantine  and  fatigue,  the  Regiment  departed  in  November 
for  Newport  News,  Virginia. 

The  First  Battalion  was  detached  for  Special  Duty  at  the 
Port  of  Norfolk,  Virginia,  where  it  at  present  exists. 


As  the  First  Battalion  looks  back  upon  its  great  record  and 
links  it  with  its  present  disappointment  in  not  getting  a  chance 
at  the  Big  Show  "Over  There,"  the  feeling  is  strong  that  "we 
have  a  great  future  behind  us"  but  on  second  thought  there  is 
a  great  work  ahead,  demobilization,  reconstruction,  re-adjust- 


The  First  Battalion 


237 


ment  and,  above  all,  the  "Old  Flag,"  which  must  always 
remain  flying  and  which  must  always  remain  Red,  White,  and 
Blue. 

The  First  Battalion  will  be  ever  ready  to  carry  on. 


The  Second   Battalion 

TO  review  the  long  period  of  evolution  through  which  the 
Second  Battalion  passed  before  reaching  its  present 
state  of  efficiency  would  be  to  dwell  upon  incidents, 
both  encouraging  and  discouraging,  that  are  of  very  little 
interest  to  the  present  personnel  of  the  Battalion.  However 
a  few  words  about  the  condition  of  the  Battalion  as  regards 
strength,  efficiency,  work,  and  play,  in  the  earlier  days,  will 
show  the  great  strides  that  have  been  made. 

In  June,  1917,  two-thirds  of  each  company  of  the  Twelfth 
Infantry  were  transferred  to  the  Sixty-second  and  Sixty-third 
Infantry  Regiments.  This  left  the  Second  Battalion  in  a  for- 
lorn condition  indeed.  The  morning  reports  showed  company 
strengths  from  40  to  60  men  per  company.  This  condition 
existed  until  August,  when  a  few  recruits  were  added  to  each 
company,  swelling  the  grand  total  per  company  to  65  or  70  men. 
Nothing  startling  happened  for  six  months  after  June,  1917, 
and  from  all  appearances  nothing  startling  was  to  happen. 
It  seemed  that  hope  for  a  definite  aim  had  disappeared,  when, 
like  a  burst  of  sunshine  through  the  clouds,  came  the  order 
to  move  the  Twelfth  and  Sixty-second  Infantry  Regiments  to 
Camp  Fremont,  to  form  the  Fifteenth  Infantry  Brigade.  This 
order  started  us  again  on  the  upward  path  with  new  hope  and 
a  real  objective,  so  we  thought,  for  which  to  work. 

The  Camp  Fremont  period  in  the  evolution  of  the  Battalion 
was  the  real  period  of  development,  and  though  many  changes 
upset  the  even  tenor  of  progress,  nevertheless  we  plugged  along 

toward  that  ever  more  definite  goal. 

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The  Second  Battalion  239 

Divisional  schools  were  organized  for  officers  and  enlisted 
men  and  the  foundation  was  laid  for  the  instruction  of  the 
daily  expected  recruits.  Hope  rose  and  fell  as  rumors  came 
and  went  about  being  "filled  up,"  but  one  fine  day  in  May  in 
came  some  recruits  filling  each  company  to  about  140  men. 
Now  the  work  began  and  each  eye  could  see  ahead  to  that  day  in 
July  when  everyone  from  Major  General  Morrison  down,  thought 
we  would  bid  farewell  to  Camp  Fremont  and  sail  for  France. 

But  another  set-back  was  our  due.  In  August  the  new 
commander  of  the  8th  Division  was  ordered  to  pick  5000  men 
from  the  Division  and  form  an  A.  E.  F.  to  proceed  to  Siberia. 
This  took  practically  all  the  privates  and  a  number  of  the 
N.  C.  O's.  from  the  Battalion.  The  days  were  dark  during 
that  week  and  grim  rumors  about  a  replacement  division  were 
afloat.  Fortune  seemed  to  smile  on  us  though  during  our  war 
history  just  at  the  time  when  our  outlook  was  darkest.  This 
time  the  God  of  War  decreed  that  we  should  have  a  full 
battalion.  We  did  and  to-day  it  consists  of  practically  the 
same  men  as  it  did  that  fine  day  at  the  end  of  August  when  the 
recruits  from  the  Casual  Camp  joined  us.  From  this  time 
forward  every  member  of  the  Battalion  was  certain  that  very 
soon  we  would  be  helping  to  make  the  reputation  of  America's 
greatest  combat  division. 

The  recruit  drill  progressed  so  rapidly  as  to  evoke  great 
praise  and  remarks  of  astonishment  from  our  new  command- 
ing general  and  from  visiting  staff  officers  of  the  British  and 
French  Armies.  The  training  for  the  target  range  was  rapid 
and  it  was  remarked,  by  many  experienced  officers,  that  it  was 
never  considered  possible  to  make  such  riflemen  in  so  short  a 
time.  The  bayonet  work  was  fast  and  furious,  to  the  delight 
of  all  instructors.  No  more  inspiring  sight  was  ever  witnessed 
than  to  see  every  man  in  the  entire  Battalion  struggling  until 
he  could  hardly  stand  up  to  prepare  himself  for  the  day  when 
he  was  to  get  some  German  blood  on  his  bayonet. 


24o  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

The  calisthenic  drill  by  the  Battalion  was  another  thing 
in  which  the  Second  Battalion  led  the  Division.  Some  of  our 
proudest  moments  being  when  the  General  drove  out  to  our 
drill  ground  in  his  car  and  remained  with  us  during  our  half 
hour  of  this  drill.  He  remarked  many  times  about  the  fine 
way  that  every  man  took  hold  and  tried  to  reach  that  state  of 
perfection  that  was  his  goal  for  the  Division.  Never  did  the 
Battalion  uphold  its  reputation  better  than  the  morning  Gen- 
eral Helmick  brought  General  Shanks  out  at  8:00  A.  M.  to 
witness  the  Battalion  calisthenics.  Every  man  made  the 
hillside  ring  with  his  commands  and  each  movement  was  made 
with  the  most  military  precision.  Considering  everything 
the  training  of  the  Battalion  progressed  very  rapidly  all  due  to 
the  spirit  of  the  officers  and  men. 

In  speaking  of  the  officers  of  the  Battalion  it  would  be  a 
long  task  to  give  the  history  of  every  officer  in  the  Battalion,  or 
who  had  been  in  the  Battalion,  but  a  short  account  of  organ- 
ization might  be  valuable  as  a  part  of  the  Battalion  history. 

Major  C.  L.  Mullins,  Jr.,  U.  S.  M.  A.,  1917,  was  assigned  to 
command  the  Battalion  in  August  while  Captain  and  Regi- 
mental Adjutant.  He  chose  as  Battalion  Adjutant,  Lieutenant 
E.  L.  Collins  of  the  Machine  Gun  Company,  an  officer  eminently 
fitted  for  the  position  due  to  his  varied  training  in  the  division 
schools.  Lieutenant  James  Daly  was  made  Intelligence  Officer , 
for  his  long  training  and  efficiency  in  that  work.  Captain  W.  E. 
Whittington,  U.  S.  M.  A.,  1918,  was  in  command  of  Company 
"E,"  Captain  Henry  Whittaker,  O.  T.  C.,  Tientsin,  China, 
Fifteenth  Infantry,  in  command  of  Company  "F,"  Captain  H. 
R.  Anderson,  U.  S.  M.  A.,  1918,  in  command  of  Company  "G," 
and  Lieutenant  S.  K.  Burke,  ist  O.  T.  C.,  Presidio,  in  command 
of  Company  "H."  These  officers,  assisted  by  a  coterie  of  able 
lieutenants  in  each  company,  took  hold  of  the  enormous  task 
before  them  with  energy  and  decision  which,  combined  with 
the  spirit  and  loyalty  of  the  men,  made  our  Battalion  the 


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241 


efficient  organization  that  it  is  to-day.  Of  course  many  mistakes 
were  made  by  both  officers  and  enlisted  men,  but  always  the 
general  welfare  of  the  Battalion  seemed  to  be  better  for  the 
errors  since  the  old  adage  applied  "one  must  err  to  learn." 

The  successful  result  accomplished  by  our  Battalion  has 
been  contributed  to  largely  and  generously  by  Colonel  Aloe  and 
other  officers  of  higher  command  in  the  Division.  Never  was 
any  reasonable  request  laid  before  our  Commanding  Officer 
that  he  did  not  do  all  in  his  power  to  grant  it.  The  contem- 
plated four-day  field  problem  at  Camp  Fremont  was  a  good 
example  of  the  cooperation  of  the  Colonel.  Everything  neces- 
sary from  the  Supply  Detachment  to  the  Medical  Detachment 
was  provided  for.  At  this  time,  though,  came  the  great  news 
which  made  everybody  happy  and  caused  us  to  turn  all  energy 
toward  the  preparations  for  the  big  move. 

The  Second  Battalion  did  not  get  into  battle  owing  to  the 
combination  of  circumstances  that  delayed  the  movement  of 
the  8th  Division  until  too  late,  but  had  it  been  given  the  chance 
there  is  no  doubt  that  Major-General  Helmick  would  have 
commended  their  conduct  in  the  fight  with  the  same  words  he 
used  when  he  remarked  upon  one  of  the  Battalion  drills  to 
Colonel  Aloe:  "Colonel,  they  can't  be  beaten." 


The  Third  Battalion 

THE  Third  Battalion  is  not  least,  and  is  last  only  in  the 
eyes  of  the  Supply  Officer  when  he  issues  fatigue  suits 
and  pays  the  companies.  This  is  only  because  no 
Supply  Officer  has  ever  been  known  to  reverse  the  alphabetical 
order  of  things. 

Like  more  .ordinary  third  battalions,  the  Third  Battalion 
of  the  Twelfth  Infantry  is  divided  into  four  parts:  "I" 
Company, "  K  "  Company, "  L  "  Company,  and  "  M  "  Company. 
No  self-respecting  third  battalion  has  ever  been  known  to 
include  such  companies  as  an  "A"  Company  or  an  "H"  Com- 
pany or  any  company  whose  alphabetical  cognomen  was  with- 
out the  pale  of  the  exclusive  four.  But,  in  spite  of  its  being 
made  up  of  four  companies,  each  with  a  distinct  personality  of 
its  own,  the  Third  Battalion  has  a  pronounced  esprit  de  corps. 

The  dawn  of  Third  Battalion  history  to  the  writer  is  not 
very  far  removed  in  time,  but  as  this  book  is  mainly  a  story  of 
the  present  personnel,  maybe  it  is  just  as  well.  Our  heritage 
of  tradition  dates  back  to  the  early  nineteenth  century,  and 
though  the  members  who,  grouped  together,  make  this  Bat- 
talion, have  been  ever  changing,  the  spirit  of  those  men  who 
fought  with  Scott  in  Mexico,  and  those  who  served  from  '61  to 
'65,  and  those  who  campaigned  in  Cuba  and  throughout  the 
world,  comes  to  the  recruit  almost  before  he  learns  that  it  is 
a  financial  blunder  to  play  blackjack  with  his  company  supply 
sergeant  or  shoot  craps  with  the  cooks. 

The  Third  Battalion  has  had  many  experiences  not  shared 

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The  Third  Battalion  243 

by  the  rest  of  the  Regiment.  It  was  the  Third  Battalion  which 
bore  the  brunt  of  the  War  with  Mexico  and  over  a  half  century 
later  it  was  the  Third  which  engaged  the  Mexicans  at  Nogales, 
Arizona. 

We  can  remember  the  pre-Fremont  days  at  the  Presidio. 
Three  officers,  who  were  later  to  play  important  r61es  in  the 
development  of  the  Battalion,  were  then  in  command  of  com- 
panies. Lieutenant  Melasky,  now  Major,  and  our  present 
Battalion  Commander,  was  then  in  command  of  "K"  Com- 
pany. Lieutenant  Perkins,  now  Captain,  was  in  command  of 
"I"  Company,  and  off  and  on  had  command  of  the  Battalion 
during  its  training.  Lieutenant  Sloane,  now  Captain,  was  in 
command  of  "L"  Company,  and  is  to  this  day. 

The  early  days  at  Fremont  were  mostly  occupied  with  Divi- 
sional Schools,  and  training  in  as  large  a  unit  as  a  Battalion 
didn't  commence  until  early  in  the  summer  of  'eighteen.  The 
first  field  officer  to  command  the  Battalion  since  the  Regiment 
was  split,  came  about  this  time.  With  the  arrival  of  Major 
Preston,  who  was  later  in  command  of  the  Regiment  and  is  now 
Lieutenant-Colonel  and  Executive  Officer  to  Colonel  Aloe,  the 
Battalion  received  its  first  real  organized  training.  Colonel 
Preston  left  his  influence  on  the  Battalion  in  more  ways  than 
one.  Although  most  of  the  privates  have  come  since  his 
time  as  Battalion  Commander,  the  present  non-commissioned 
officers  are  graduates  of  the  trench  warfare  work  which  com- 
menced then.  The  four  companies  learned  a  thoroughness  in 
policing  and  general  cleanliness  at  this  time,  which  was  to  save 
the  Third  Battalion  many  "skins"  in  later  day.  Lieutenant 
Bollenbeck  was  adjutant  to  Major  Preston  until  he  was  pro- 
moted to  the  grade  of  Captain,  when  he  was  relieved  by  Lieu- 
tenant Boykin. 

Many  memories  are  woven  into  this  stage  of  our  training. 
The  Battalion  would  march  out  to  the  trench  area  with  full 
packs,  the  1-2-3-4-  click  of  heels  resounding  on  the  asphalt 


244  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

pavement  and  the  rhythmic  spluttering  of  a  thousand  gas 
masks  as  music  to  our  ears.  Finally  the  Stanford  crossroads, 
long  prayed  for,  would  appear  through  the  dense  fog  on  the 
portion  of  the  right  goggle  which  we  were  able  to  see  out  of, 
and  life  would  be  worth  living  once  more.  We  would  clean 
the  slobber  off  our  blouses,  our  overalls,  and  our  faces,  stack 
arms  along  the  board  fence,  and  fall  out  for  a  moment  of  re- 
cuperation. The  grass  on  the  hills  was  worn  off  by  those  un- 
known heroes  who  had  made  assault  after  assault  up  these 
slopes. 

Quickly  the  rest  period  passed,  and  bloodless  warfare  com- 
menced anew.  On  hill  438  the  bombers  of  "L"  Company 
could  be  seen  hurling  "mark  I's"  into  Strassburg  Boyeau, 
while  on  hill  500  "  K  "  Company  could  be  seen  consolidating  the 
crest.  It  was  here  that  a  stray  bullet  from  the  pistol  range 
buzzed  by  the  ear  of  a  scout,  and  "K"  Company  was  forced 
to  make  an  inglorious  retreat.  All  the  hills  were  alive  with  the 
wearers  of  cheesecloth  hat  bands  of  many  hues.  If  Private 
Jones  wore  a  red  hat  band,  he  had  to  imagine  his  pockets  laden 
down  with  bombs,  but  if  this  were  changed  to  blue,  he  had  to 
remember  that  he  was  the  operator  of  a  Browning  automatic, 
and  conduct  himself  accordingly. 

Two  Captains  took  command  in  the  Third  Battalion  about 
this  time.  Captain  Beckett,  a  veteran  of  many  years'  service, 
went  to  "K"  Company,  and,  accordingly  "K"  Company  has 
become  famous  for  her  drill  and  discipline.  Captain  Emmett 
took  command  of  "M"  Company,  and  this  company  distin- 
guished itself  in  bayonet  work  and  all  around  pep. 

Then  came  the  "great  bust-up"  and  these  recruits,  except 
those  whose  right  sleeves  had  been  adorned  with  stripes,  were 
sent  to  Siberia.  Drill  schedules  reverted  to  recruit  training. 
For  every  man  that  was  sent  to  Siberia  through  one  gate,  a 
recruit  stepped  in  to  the  casual  camp  through  another.  This 
supply  of  men  was  all  swallowed  up  by  the  First  and  Second 


The  Third  Battalion  245 

Battalions.  But  the  Third  Battalion  was  rewarded  for  wait- 
ing, and  before  long  we  were  filled  with  American  Lake  veter- 
ans of  six  weeks'  training.  This  gave  us  a  lead  which  we  kept. 
While  the  First  and  Second  Battalions  had  successive  epi- 
demics of  pneumonia  and  measles,  the  Third  was  hardly 
touched.  The  health  and  physique  of  these  men  are  her  pride 
to-day. 

Major  Preston  was  soon  promoted,  and  upon  Colonel 
Hagadorn  being  transferred,  assumed  command  of  the  Regi- 
ment. Captain  Perkins  of  "I"  Company  commanded  the 
Battalion  for  a  month  until  he  was  relieved  by  Major  Melasky. 
Major  Melasky  was  Regimental  Adjutant  before  his  promotion, 
and  has  continued  in  command  of  the  Third  Battalion  to  the 
present  time. 

Like  Colonel  Preston,  Major  Melasky  was  exacting  from 
the  start  and  a  large  proportion  of  the  efficiency  of  the  Third 
Battalion  has  been  due  to  his  leadership  and  constant  atten- 
tion to  the  welfare  of  the  companies.  His  adjutant  was  Lieu- 
tenant Gordon  Stephens,  and  Lieutenant  Arnold  his  intelligence 
officer. 

The  scene  of  Battalion  activities  shifted  to  the  Hostess 
House  Field,  Morrison  Field,  and  later  the  foot  of  the  high  hill 
back  of  the  bayonet  course.  The  recruits  were  marched  to 
music,  run  through  bayonet  courses,  put  through  sighting  and 
aiming  drills,  parading  and  learning  802,  from  the  earliest 
nicker  of  dawn  to  the  last  nicker  of  twilight,  when  it  became 
time  for  the  officers  to  indulge  in  some  of  Captain  Emmett's 
little  round  the  tree  bayonet  romps.  It  was  intensive  train- 
ing in  its  most  virulent  form,  but  the  goal  was  "France"  and 
skinned  hands  and  blistered  feet  were  forgotten.  In  addition, 
Santa  Cruz  Avenue  and  the  Supply  Road  had  to  be  coddled  and 
swept  like  the  St.  Francis  Rose  Room;  rakes  were  busy  night 
and  day,  and  the  medicos  omnipresent  around  the  kitchens. 
But  the  move  soon  came.  The  Third  Battalion  was  the  rear 


246  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

guard  of  the  Twelfth,  but  finally  before  daybreak  one  cold  dark 
morning,  the  hour  came  and  we  left  for  France.  The  Bat- 
talion left  in  two  sections:  "I"  and  "K"  under  Major  Mel- 
asky  and  "  L"  and  "  M  "  under  Captain  Sloane.  Fremont  was 
a  memory  of  the  past. 

Shortly  before  leaving,  Captain  Perkins  was  transferred 
to  Headquarters  Company  and  the  Orphan  Battalion,  and 
Captain  Miller  took  command  of  "I"  Company. 

Seven  days  afterward  we  arrived  in  Hoboken,  and  went 
through  all  the  disappointments  common  to  the  Regiment.  It 
was  here  that  Captain  Perkins  was  reassigned  to  "M"  Com- 
pany and  Captain  Emmett  transferred  to  Headquarters  Com- 
pany. Our  Battalion  Commander  left  a  little  ahead  of  us, 
succeeded  in  reaching  France,  and  has  just  rejoined  us  in 
Virginia.  At  Camp  Stuart,  Captain  Lewis  relieved  Captain 
Perkins  as  commander  of  "  M  "  Company.  Now  the  Battalion 
is  spread  all  over  Warwick  County,  but  scattered  as  they  are, 
there  is  always  an  iron  bond  of  common  interests  and  common 
achievements  between  the  "big  four."  "I",  "K",  "L"  and 
"M"  still  maintain  the  spirit  of  the  Battalion. 

It  is  rather  unfortunate  for  this  story  that  the  writer  has 
the  privilege  of  belonging  to  this  organization.  Modesty  for- 
bids many  nice  things  being  said  about  us.  But  we  are  forced 
to  admit  that  we  can  growl  a  little  louder  in  bayonet,  hold  a 
little  straighter  line  at  parades,  boil  mess  kits  a  little  more 
violently  when  so  inclined,  swat  flies  a  little  more  strenuously, 
come  from  left  shoulder  to  right  shoulder  with  a  little  more 
snap  than  any  similar  aggregation  of  companies  in  the  Twelfth 
Infantry  or  in  the  United  States  Ar — ,  but  why  mention  what 
must  be  generally  known ! 

But  even  if  it  were  not  known  abroad,  every  man  in  the 
Battlion  knows  it  himself  and,  just  as  he  is  proud  of  the 
Twelfth  Infantry,  its  history  and  its  efficiency,  he  carries 
around  in  his  heart  a  loyalty  to  his  Battalion.  Without  the 


The  Third  Battalion 


247 


circle  of  these  four  companies,  he  knows  little  of  what  is  going 
on,  but  most  of  his  close  friends,  his  associations,  and  his 
memories  of  army  life  are  within  the  confines  of  his  Battalion. 
And  these  friends,  these  associations,  these  memories,  merge 
into  a  loyalty  which  will  be  cherished  throughout  his  life. 


Intelligence  Section 

THE  word  "Sniper"  became  fixed  in  the  minds  of  the 
American  people  at  an  early  period  in  the  World  War. 
It  became  known  that  the  sniper  was  not  only  a  sharp- 
shooter but  that  he  was  a  man  of  unusual  ability  in  all  phases  of 
soldiering.  His  work  was  difficult,  extremely  dangerous;  it 
necessitated  a  thorough  knowledge  of  the  rifle  and  of  scouting, 
and  required  keen  and  untiring  observation. 

In  order  to  meet  the  requirements  of  such  an  exacting  serv- 
ice, the  Intelligence  man  must  have  the  use  of  all  six  senses  and 
be  athletic,  absolutely  fearless,  and  able  to  endure  the  severest 
hardships.  The  zone  of  operations  for  the  sniper  scout,  as 
he  is  popularly  called,  lay  within  No  Man's  Land  and  as  far 
within  the  German  lines  as  the  scout  might  penetrate.  His 
eye  was  constantly  fixed  upon  the  lines  of  the  Boche;  he  noted 
their  every  movement  and  recorded  it.  On  him  greatly  de- 
pended the  discovery  of  the  terrible  machine  gun,  Minnen- 
werfer,  and  other  trench  battery  positions.  His  eyes  were 
never  closed  and  hence  he  had  many  opportunities  to  prove 
his  excellent  marksmanship.  His  greatest  fight  was  with  the 
German  sniper  who  proved  to  be  no  mean  opponent.  Upon 
the  detailed  information  gained  by  his  observations,  many  of 
the  strategical  moves  were  planned  in  the  Great  Headquarters. 

The  word  Intelligence,  broadly  interpreted,  means  the 
gathering  and  recording  of  information  concerning  the  enemy. 
Within  this  broad  interpretation  there  are  three  distinct 

branches  of  work;  sniping,  observing,  and  scouting. 

248 


Intelligence  Section  249 

As  a  sniper,  his  worth  lies  in  his  marksmanship.  Thereby, 
he  is  able  to  prevent  the  enemy  from  sniping  his  own  comrades 
and  from  gaining  information  concerning  his  own  troops.  He 
also  snipes  the  enemy  and  in  this  way  weakens  the  enemy's 
morale.  In  sniping,  it  is  necessary  to  have  a  telescopic  rifle 
and  a  good  supply  of  ammunition,  including  armor-piercing 
bullets.  A  periscope  is  invaluable.  Many  varieties  are  used, 
but  the  small  magnifying  type  is  in  greatest  favor. 

Next,  he  must  have  a  well-prepared  and  carefully  covered 
position,  for  concealment  is  his  only  protection.  A  favorite 
station  is  the  famous  sniping  post  constructed  somewhere  in 
the  front  lines,  with  a  flanking  view  of  a  small  section  of  the 
enemy's  position.  These  posts  are  cleverly  made  and  entirely 
concealed,  within  a  few  hours  during  the  night.  Often  the 
post  is  a  small  dug-out  in  a  hillside,  knoll,  or  in  the  parapet  of 
a  trench.  Its  peep-hole  is  screened  and  camouflage  is  used  to 
mask  completely  its  presence.  Two  men  occupy  the  post; 
one  acts  as  observer,  the  other  stands  ready  for  action  at  a 
small  opening  which  is  covered  by  a  little  trap  door. 

The  work  of  the  Intelligence  man  as  an  observer  is  ex- 
tremely tedious,  but  is  probably  of  most  importance.  .  He  is 
equipped  with  a  very  powerful  telescope,  with  maps  of  the 
vicinity,  and  with  a  perfect  watch  and  compass.  He  is  also 
stationed  in  a  permanent  post  very  similar  to  the  sniping  post. 
The  principal  difference  is  that  the  observation  post  is  larger, 
more  elaborate,  and  never  fired  from.  When  well  made,  it  is 
seldom  detected.  Within  the  post,  there  are  two  or  more  men 
constantly  on  duty;  one  observing,  the  other  recording  the 
slightest  movement,  no  matter  how  trivial,  of  the  enemy. 
Often  a  mere  shovelful  of  dirt  thrown  out  of  a  trench  may 
indicate  a  great  change  in  the  enemy's  defenses. 

The  Intelligence  man  as  a  scout  has  no  less  importance  than 
as  a  sniper  or  observer.  His  life  is  one  of  greatest  excitement 
and  danger.  Stealth,  cunning,  and  nerve  are  his  greatest 


250  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

assets.  His  duty  is  to  gain  information  by  actual  contact  with 
the  enemy,  and  his  methods  of  accomplishing  his  ends  are 
varied.  Camouflage  is  invaluable  and  he  uses  it  constantly. 
For  example,  on  dark  nights  he  wears  a  black  suit,  gloves,  and 
black  veil ;  on  snowy  nights  his  outfit  is  of  white ;  on  sunny 
days  his  suit  is  painted  to  blend  with  the  background.  His 
greatest  service  is  in  leading  patrols,  because  through  his  work 
in  observation  he  has  learned  No  Man's  Land,  perfectly. 
He  is  in  constant  danger  of  hand-to-hand  fights  with  the  enemy, 
and  the  success  of  his  work  depends  upon  his  ability  to  outwit 
the  German  scout,  for  the  bravest  scouts  live  in  No  Man's 
Land  and  the  enemy  fears  to  patrol  where  he  knows  he  will 
meet  with  fierce  and  dangerous  opponents. 

The  Intelligence  Section  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry  was 
created  by  an  order  of  the  War  Department,  June  i,  1918. 
June  loth,  a  school  for  the  officers  and  non-commissioned 
officers  of  the  Regiment  was  established  at  Camp  Fremont. 
Major  J.  M.  Carleton,  Leicester  Regiment  of  the  British 
Army,  assisted  by  Sergeant- Major  MacNulty,  West  Riding 
Regiment  of  the  British  Army,  directed  the  training  in  the  first 
school,  the  course  lasting  for  a  period  of  two  weeks.  Captain 
Norman  B.  Courteney  was  made  Intelligence  Officer  by  Regi- 
mental order,  and  immediately  proceeded  to  organize  and 
train  an  Intelligence  Section.  The  section  consisted  of  thirty- 
two  men  per  battalion  with  one  lieutenant  from  each  bat- 
talion in  charge  of  each  section.  There  was  also  a  corps  of 
three  non-commissioned  officers  and  five  privates,  first-class, 
which  formed  the  staff  of  the  Regimental  Intelligence  Officer. 
Captain  Courteney  succeeded  in  perfecting  a  very  strong 
organization.  The  men  were  in  excellent  condition  and  were 
capable  of  carrying  on  the  duties  of  an  Intelligence  Section 
on  the  Western  Front.  At  this  time,  the  8th  Division  was 
called  upon  to  furnish  trained  troops  for  the  Siberian  expedi- 
tion. Lieutenant  Graves,  Intelligence  Officer  from  the  First 


Intelligence  Section  251 

Battalion,  with  a  majority  of  the  Regimental  Intelligence  Sec- 
tion, was  sent  to  Siberia.  Shortly  after  this,  Captain  Court- 
eney  was  made  Regimental  Adjutant  and  Lieutenant  William 
A.  Moss  was  promoted  from  Intelligence  Officer  from  the 
Second  Battalion  to  Regimental  Intelligence  Officer.  He 
organized  a  new  Intelligence  Section  and,  because  of  his  pre- 
vious experience,  was  able  to  select  men  who  were  fully  adapted 
to  the  work.  His  selection  comprised  men  who  were  hunters 
in  the  great  western  States,  each  man  versed  in  woodcraft  and 
its  uses,  men  ideally  equipped  for  the  work  they  were  enter- 
ing upon.  On  organizing  the  Section,  Lieutenant  Moss  ad- 
dressed his  men  and  explained  to  them  the  work  which  lay 
before  them.  He  told  them  of  its  hardships,  the  severe  train- 
ing they  would  have  to  endure,  and  dwelt  at  length  upon  the 
dangers  of  the  work  which  would  be  theirs.  He  suggested  the 
significant  fact  that  the  average  life  of  the  sniper  in  the  trenches 
was  ten  days,  and  gave  any  man  whom  he  had  chosen  for  the 
work  the  opportunity  to  withdraw  his  services  and  return  to 
his  Company  for  duty.  Not  one  man  withdrew.  With  men 
of  this  caliber,  the  success  of  the  Section  began. 

The  course  of  training  included  the  regular  training  under- 
gone by  all  infantrymen,  and  in  addition  thereto,  extra  training 
in  shooting  at  extremely  small  targets,  moving  targets,  and 
camouflaged  objects.  Night  patrol  work  and  the  use  of  the 
radio-compass  were  specialized  in.  The  men  were  taught  to 
make  and  read  maps,  and  to  write  and  deliver  messages. 
They  were  trained  in  all  manner  of  rough  and  tumble  fighting, 
and  special  emphasis  was  laid  on  their  bayonet  work.  They 
constructed  sniping  posts,  observing  posts,  took  part  in  man- 
euvers, and  studied  the  use  of  camouflage. 

At  the  completion  of  approximately  six  weeks'  training, 
they  were  called  upon  to  demonstrate  their  knowledge  of 
Intelligence  work.  A  review  was  arranged  for  Major  General 
Helmick,  commanding  the  8th  Division,  his  staff,  and  for 


252  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

Colonel  Aloe.  The  demonstration  consisted  of  patroling, 
observing,  camouflage  work,  mapping,  bayonet  fighting,  dis- 
armaments, and  wrestling.  General  Helmick  made  the  remark 
that  the  patrol  work  was  excellently  carried  out  and  Colonel 
Aloe  said  that  he  had  never  seen  better  advantage  taken  of  the 
protection  afforded  in  the  use  of  natural  cover.  Twelve  men 
in  camouflaged  suits  were  in  place  before  the  reviewing  stand 
at  varying  distances  from  100  yards  to  400  yards.  The 
reviewing  officers  were  furnished  field  glasses  and  with  the  use 
of  these  they  succeeded  in  locating  accurately  only  two  of  the 
hidden  men.  The  demonstration  of  bayonet  work  was  very 
intense  and  was  complimented  by  all  who  saw  it. 

The  work  done  by  the  non-commissioned  officers  was 
especially  commendable.  They  instructed  cheerfully  and 
freely,  and  kept  that  "always  ready  for  duty  spirit"  of  the 
Twelfth  Infantry  especially  strong  in  the  Intelligence  Section. 
The  success  of  this  organization  was  due  largely  to  their  efforts. 
Sergeant  Chester  H.  Holmes  was  in  charge  of  the  Staff  Section; 
Sergeant  Charles  B.  Mawson  of  the  First  Battalion;  Sergeant 
Everett  L.  McConnaha  of  the  Second  Battalion,  and  Sergeant 
Ray  Hickox  of  the  Third  Battalion. 

The  map-work  gotten  out  by  the  Twelfth  Infantry  Intelli- 
gence Staff  was  used  by  the  Intelligence  Department  at  Divi- 
sion Headquarters  and  was  perfect  in  every  detail.  When 
maps  were  required,  the  Staff  Section  was  always  ready  to 
furnish  them  in  a  few  hours'  time.  Their  value  can  be  ap- 
preciated when  one  realizes  that  the  entire  World  War  was 
planned,  fought,  and  won  with  maps  guiding  the  attacks. 


Reveille 


Men  on  Staff  of  Twelfth  Infantry  Book 


Men  on  Staff  of  Twelfth  Infantry  Book 

Lack  of  space  and  the  fact  that  some  have  been  dis- 
charged, make  it  impossible  to  include  a  larger  number  of 
photographs  of  the  officers  and  men  who  have  made  this  book 
possible.  A  further  list  will  be  found  in  the  fore  matter  con- 
taining additional  names  of  members  of  the  Regiment  who 
have  been  on  the  staff,  contributed  articles  or  drawings  or 
assisted  in  the  routine  work  of  the  office.  The  book  is  really 
the  result  of  the  combined  efforts  of  the  whole  Regiment  with 
the  staff  as  a  nucleus. 

1.  JOHN  V.  DEES, 

Private,  First  Class,  Company  "  H." 

2.  JOHN  W.  FIELD, 

Private,  Company  "  D." 

3.  JOHN  A.  FRY, 

Private,  First  Class,  Company  "  M." 

4.  FREDERICK  W.  GANZERT, 

Private,  First  Class,  Medical  Detachment. 

5.  WALTER  M.  GILBERT, 

Private,  Company  "  G." 

6.  GEORGE  H.  LARSEN, 

Private,  Company  "  I." 

7.  BEN  LEVY, 

Private,  First  Class,  Company  "  C." 

8.  THOMAS  W.  McMANUS, 

Private,  First  Class,  Company  "  C." 

9.  MIKE  A.  PROCTOR, 

Private,  Company  "  L." 

10.  ALFRED  A.  SAMUELSON, 

Private,  Machine  Gun  Company. 

11.  LEWIS  B.  SCHWELLENBACH, 

Corporal,  Company  "  M." 

12.  RAGNAR  SIGTRIG, 

Private,  First  Class,  Company  "  E." 

13.  HAROLD  T.  SPITZNAGEL, 

Private,  Machine  Gun  Company. 

14.  ALFRED  A.  TEAGUE, 

Corporal,  Company  "  C." 

15.  BERT  M.  TORVANGER, 

Private,  Company  "  M." 

16.  WALLER  H.  TURNER, 

Private,  Company  "  A." 

17.  JAY  R.  VESSELS, 

Private,  Machine  Gun  Company. 

18.  EDWARD  R.  WATKINS, 

Corporal,  Company  "  G." 

19.  ALMA  J.  WINTERS, 

Corporal,  Company  "  G." 

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The  Companies 


255 


HEADQUARTERS  CO 

A.J 


PERHAPS  no  other  unit  in  the  Twelfth  Infantry  will  prove 
more  interesting  to  the  lay  mind  than  Headquarters 
Company,  or,  as  it  has  truly  been  called,  a  Company  of 
Specialists.  Looking  at  the  general  plan  of  its  organization  you 
will  find  that  the  officer  who  commands  Headquarters  Com- 
pany, must  be  a  thorough  soldier  and  manager;  he  must  be 
able  to  instruct  his  charges  in  all  work  pertaining  to  army  life, 
because  Headquarters  Company  covers  every  phase  of  army 
life.  The  company  is  made  up  of  six  distinct  and  separate  units, 
viz.:  Signal,  Pioneer,  Bomber  and  Sapper,  Mounted  Order- 
ly, Band,  and  the  Staff  Section.  Each  of  these  sections  has 
its  own  special  work  and  drill.  Each  man  has  been  chosen  for 
some  specialty. 

After  being  shown  around  and  seeing  the  Company  at  drill 
a  visitor  said,  "It  is  the  spirit  of  America  triumphant." 

THE  STAFF  SECTION 

The  Staff  Section  is  composed  of  Sergeants  Major,  Color 
Sergeants,  Clerks,  Stenographers,  Mechanics,  Interpreters, 
etc.,  paper  soldiers  some  call  them;  but  real  soldiers  never- 
theless. Though  they  may  not  go  through  their  I.  D.  R.  like 
a  line  soldier,  they  form,  nevertheless,  one  of  the  most  essential 
parts  of  our  Army.  It  is  in  great  part  due  to  the  efficiency  of 
the  Clerical  Staff,  that  the  war  has  reached  such  an  early 
conclusion.  While  the  line  soldier  is  asleep,  you  will  find  the 

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258  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

Clerks  and  Sergeants  Major,  going  through  the  nerve- wrecking 
process  of  trying  to  make  a  morning  report  balance  or  of 
making  out  pay  rolls. 

The  Mechanic,  although  not  in  the  "White  Collar"  class, 
is  also,  according  to  the  average  soldier,  a  subject  for  the  "Use- 
less Battalion."  But  let  a  board  get  loose,  or  a  bunk  break 
down  and  you'll  hear  the  whole  company  holler  for  the  me- 
chanic, to  come  and  "fixit. "  To  be  a  good  army  mechanic, 
one  must  be  a  momentous  faker,  for  he  is  called  upon  to  build 
a  cabinet  or  a  battleship  at  a  moment's  notice.  The  mechanics 
I  have  seen  use  rock,  in  lieu  of  hammer,  axe  instead  of  saw. 
It  is  really  a  cheerless  job;  give  them  a  little  credit,  they  are  a 
part  of  us. 

The  Interpreter  is  usually  a  chap  who  doesn't  know  any- 
thing about  the  Army  and  never  gets  a  chance  to  learn  any- 
thing about  it.  He  is  usually  kept  busy  talking  all  sorts  of 
outlandish  languages  ranging  from  Esperanto  to  Arabic. 
When  not  busy  at  his  trade  he  does  anything  from  rear  orderly 
to  clerical  work.  The  Interpreter  assigned  to  this  Regiment  is 
a  wee  bit  of  a  fellow  who  had  to  see  a  couple  of  majors  and  a 
general  to  get  in  the  army.  He  was  kidnapped  from  the 
Canadian  Army  by  the  well-known  Draft  Board,  thereby  leav- 
ing the  Canadian  Army  in  the  hole.  Sent  to  Camp  Lewis  he 
was  rejected  for  being  one  inch  too  small  and  had  to  talk  his  head 
off  to  keep  from  being  kicked  out  of  camp,  but  being  a  very  force- 
ful orator  he  managed  to  stay  in  the  Institution  Democratic. 

THE  TWELFTH  INFANTRY  BAND 

As  far  back  as  the  oldest  Soldier  in  the  Regiment  can  re- 
member, the  Twelfth  Infantry  Band  has  been  pronounced  by 
critics,  both  military  and  civilian,  as  being  without  peer. 
It  has  created  a  precedent:  It  is  considered  throughout  the 
Service  as  a  very  desirable  place  for  a  Musician  to  locate. 
Almost  to  a  man  those  who  served  in  the  Twelfth  Infantry 


Headquarters  Company  259 

Band  and  re-enlisted  elsewhere,  tried  to  get  "back  home"  via 
transfer.  Since  1902,  ten  of  its  men  have  been  appointed 
leaders  of  other  Regimental  Bands,  while  other  musicians  who 
received  their  training  with  this  organization  are  now  leading 
some  of  the  best  Bands  and  Orchestras  in  the  country.  The 
Band  in  its  present  strength  numbers  44  men. 

It  is  without  doubt,  due  to  the  untiring  efforts  of  the  Band 
Leader,  Lieut.  James  C.  Eldridge,  that  it  has  reached  such  a 
high  standard  of  efficiency.  Lieutenant  Eldridge  is  now  serving 
in  his  seventeenth  year  with  the  Twelfth  Infantry  and  is  a 
genuine  musician.  He  graduated  with  the  class  of  1915,  from 
the  Band  Leaders'  School.  In  band  circles  there  is  a  saying 
that  much  is  due  to  the  personal  interest  and  support  of 
Colonel  Aloe.  Its  success  is  good  testimony  to  the  claim  of  its 
members  that  for  a  "Father  of  the  Band"  the  Commanding 
Officer  can't  be  beat. 

THE  SIGNAL  PLATOON 

This  Platoon  was  organized  early  in  July,  1918.  Since 
that  time  it  has  worked  faithfully  toward  the  all-important 
end  of  so  perfecting  its  different  sections  that  it  would  be  able 
to  carry  on  its  work  in  actual  warfare. 

The  excellence  of  the  work  done  by  this  platoon  was  first 
seen  at  the  field  maneuvers  held  in  Camp  Fremont,  August, 
1918,  where  a  sham  battle  was  staged  under  conditions  very 
similar  to  actual  warfare  in  Europe.  Telephone,  telegraph, 
T.  P.  S.,  and  wireless  stations  were  established  in  the  trenches 
and  messages  were  sent  back  and  forth  between  the  trench 
area  and  Headquarters.  Wig-wag,  light  projectors,  and  homer 
pigeons  were  also  used  to  good  advantage.  Finding  it  im- 
possible to  obtain  all  the  material  necessary  to  carry  on  all 
branches  of  the  work,  the  men  pooled  their  money  and  in  this 
way  a  pigeon  loft  was  constructed  and  filled  with  pigeons 
donated  by  some  admirer  or  bought  by  the  men. 


260  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

Through  the  kindness  of  Mrs.  Casserly  of  Burlingame, 
California,  the  platoon  was  able  to  buy  a  complete  wireless  set 
capable  of  receiving  messages  from  points  in  Honolulu  and 
Alaska.  This  set  is  now  being  used  at  Camp  Stuart.  Some 
idea  of  the  efficiency  of  the  different  sections  that  make  up  the 
Signal  Platoon  can  be  gathered  by  the  records  made  by  field 
wireless  and  field  T.  P.  S.  in  their  last  competitive  drill.  The 
apparatus  is  carried  by  five  men,  each  having  his  own  particular 
duty.  When  the  order  is  given  the  apparatus  has  to  be  put 
together  and  must  be  in  shape  to  send  or  receive  messages. 
The  wireless  team  attained  a  speed  of  thirty-eight  seconds 
while  the  T.  P.  S.  broke  all  records  by  putting  up  in  twenty- 
three  seconds. 

THE  MESS 

Napoleon  said  that  an  army  moves  on  its  stomach.  If  the 
kitchen  of  Headquarters  Company  is  a  criterion,  then  this 
organization  must  be  always  on  the  move,  for  its  cuisine  is 
unsurpassed  and  its  stomach  always  filled.  In  Mess  Sergeant 
Everett  Faulkender,  this  Company  has  found  a  chef  of  no 
mean  ability,  and  it  is  in  great  measure  due  to  his  culinary 
ability  that  such  a  high  state  of  contentment  exists.  At  the 
outbreak  of  the  War,  Sergeant  Faulkender  left  the  position  of 
assistant  chef  at  the  St.  Francis  Hotel,  San  Francisco,  to  enter 
Uncle  Sam's  employ.  That  he  has  more  than  made  good,  is 
voiced  by  the  boys  who  say  that  he  is  the  best  Mess  Sergeant 
we  have  ever  had. 

THE  ORDERLY  ROOM 

The  Orderly  Room  has  the  unique  distinction  of  being  at 
once  the  most  popular  and  unpopular  place  in  the  Company, 
for  it  is  in  the  orderly  room  that  one  gets  passes,  signs  the 
pay  roll,  and  incidentally  gets  the  well  known  "Bawl  Out"  if 
delinquent. 


Headquarters  Company  261 

To  the  average  soldier  the  orderly  room  is  a  place  of 
Mystery,  while  the  Company  Clerk  looks  on  it  as  an  Inferno. 
In  fact,  First  Sergeant  Wisotzkey  says  that  Dante  was  Com- 
pany Clerk  for  Nero  when  he  wrote  his  famous  book.  To  be 
a  good  Company  Clerk,  one  must  be  a  living  encyclopedia,  for 
the  clerk  in  addition  to  his  other  duties  must  be  able  to  answer 
every  question  propounded  by  the  enlisted  men.  If  a  shirt 
has  been  stolen  or  lost  the  clerk  must  know  who  stole  the  shirt 
and  why.  When  things  go  wrong  the  First  Sergeant  vents  his 
spite  on  the  Company  Clerk,  and  the  clerk  being  isolated  and 
apart  from  the  rest  of  the  Company  has  no  one  to  pass  the 
"buck"  to.  The  life  of  the  average  Company  Clerk  is  three 
months.  After  three  months  in  an  orderly  room,  one  either 
becomes  a  rank  philosopher  or  has  Simplex  Dementia,  written 
on  his  discharge. 

THE  MOUNTED  ORDERLIES 

The  Mounted  Orderly  of  to-day  must  not  only  be  a  mounted 
soldier,  but  he  must  also  be  a  foot  soldier.  The  duties  of  the 
Mounted  Orderly  are  rather  varied  requiring  special  training 
in  signaling,  and  in  care  and  management  of  horses.  In  fact,  a 
Mounted  Orderly  must  be  a  first  class  foot  soldier,  an  expert 
cavalryman,  and  a  thorough  signal  man.  In  time  of  war 
they  are  the  mounted  scouts  and  messengers,  being  especially 
trained  in  liaison  work.  This  section  proved  their  mettle  in 
Camp  Fremont  late  in  September,  1918,  when  they  gave 
several  exhibitions  in  bareback  and  rough  riding,  trick  and  fancy 
riding,  and  lariat  throwing.  Almost  every  man  in  this  section 
is  an  old  soldier,  serving  his  third  or  fourth  enlistment. 

"THE  POUNDER  PLATOON" 

"One  pounders"  is  a  small  unit  of  Headquarters  Company 
composed  of  thirty-nine  men  and  a  Lieutenant.  Their  work, 


262  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

however,  is  of  great  importance  to  the  infantry  when  in 
action,  because  they  afford  the  only  immediate  protection 
which  the  troops  have  against  machine  guns  and  tanks. 

The  gun  used  is  of  French  origin  and  design  called  the 
thirty-seven  millimeter  gun,  and  is  the  very  lightest  of  single 
shot  artillery.  There  are  only  three  to  a  Regiment,  but  when 
fired  from  twenty-five  to  thirty  times  a  minute  their  accuracy 
makes  them  greatly  feared  by  the  enemy. 

Four  different  types  of  shells  are  used,  three  of  which  ex- 
plode on  contact,  carrying  almost  certain  death  to  all  within 
a  radius  of  from  ten  to  twenty  yards.  A  direct  hit  in  a  ma- 
chine gun  nest  usually  wipes  out  the  whole  crew. 

The  men  picked  for  this  work  must  be  very  active  both 
physically  and  mentally,  every  one  being  able  to  handle  any 
position  on  a  gun-crew.  They  must  also  be  strong  and  able 
to  stand  hard  knocks,  as  the  drill  gets  pretty  rough. 

The  men  in  the  platoon  at  present  have  at  all  times  shown 
the  necessary  qualities.  They  were  very  successful  in  their 
drills,  being  able  to  dismount  the  gun  and  pick  up  the  target 
in  the  excellent  time  of  one  minute.  The  three  crews  were  in 
fine  shape  and  worked  together  just  like  machines. 

Their  success  was  due  to  the  spirit  instilled  in  them  by  their 
most  able  Commander,  Lieutenant  Paul  A.  Herron.  Every 
man  in  the  platoon  would  follow  him  anywhere  with  perfect 
confidence. 

THE  BOMBERS  AND  SAPPERS 

Being  chosen  for  this  particular  platoon,  because  of  his 
ability  with  a  pick  and  shovel,  the  Bomber  and  Sapper  is 
naturally  called  the  roughneck  because  of  his  love  for  hard 
outdoor  work.  Most  of  the  men  chosen  for  this  platoon  are 
big  stalwarts.  They  are  the  Jess  Willards  of  Headquarters 
Company. 


Headquarters  Company  263 

THE  PIONEER  SECTION 

If  you  can  mine,  build  barbed-wire  fences,  or  handle  dyna- 
mite, then  and  only  then  can  you  become  a  pioneer.  On  the 
Pioneer  rests  the  responsibility  of  making  the  doughboy  safe 
in  the  trenches.  It  is  the  Pioneer  who  builds  those  "cute" 
little  fences  and  entanglements  that  we  often  see  in  the  Official 
War  Films.  It  is  the  Pioneer  who  digs  and  burrows  his  way 
under  the  enemy's  trenches  and  blows  him  to  his  just  reward. 
Although  his  work  is  serious,  the  Pioneer  is  a  practical  joker.  He 
not  only  blows  the  enemy  "home"  but  he  digs  him  a  home,  too. 

THE  MASCOT 

We  found  him  on  the  target  range,  dirty,  ragged,  and  un- 
kempt. We  drove  him  away  many  times;  but  he'd  always 
come  back,  pleading  for  friendship  and  sympathy.  His  big 
brown  eyes  seemed  to  say,  "Won't  you  let  me  be  a  soldier? " 
Our  hearts  melted  and  we  took  him  in. 

After  a  good  bath  and  a  hearty  meal,  he  was  with  due 
ceremony  mustered  in  and  assigned  to  the  Staff  Section,  with 
orders  to  report  to  the  Mess  Sergeant  three  times  a  day.  With 
the  order  to  embark  for  Overseas  came  an  order  prohibiting 
mascots  from  accompanying  troops.  But  suffice  it  to  say  that 
"Toots"  is  here  and  has  made  known  his  intention  to  reenlist. 

OUR  OFFICERS 

In  concluding  this  story  we  wish  to  pay  tribute  to  the 
officers  who  have  worked  so  faithfully  to  make  this  what  we 
believe  to  be  the  best  company  in  the  Regiment.  Like  us  they 
came  from  a  comparatively,  quiet,  academic  life  to  fall  into  the 
full  stream  of  an  arduous  military  life.  To  them,  not  less  than 
to  us,  belongs  the  credit  of  making  Headquarters  Company  a 
company  of  specialists  and  soldiers,  and  like  us  they  deem  it  a 
privilege  to  be  of  Headquarters  Company  and  of  the  Twelfth 
Infantry. 


MACHINE.    GUN 


WE  have  often  wondered  what  primordial  man  did 
when  he  saw  mushrooms  sprouting  from  the  ground 
where  nothing  had  been  a  short  time  before!  Es- 
pecially, when  primordial  man  knew  that  it  took  years  to 
grow  a  sapling.  Offhand,  such  a  reference  may  seem  out  of 
place,  but  there  is  a  simile  that  we  wish  to  play  upon, 
and  that  is  regarding  the  Machine  Gun  Company  of  the 
Twelfth  Infantry.  The  mushroom  and  the  primordial  man 
are  not  so  far  away  from  this  Company  and  the  Old 
Regular.  Army  men,  those  who  have  made  a  profession 
of  soldiering,  know  that  it  takes  years  to  make  a  top-notch 
company,  and  when  we  say  years  we  mean  many — not  three! 
But,  of  late,  precedent  has  been  broken  many  times,  and 
we  believe  that  army  precedents  were  shattered  when  the 
Machine  Gun  Company  grew  from  a  platoon  of  twenty- 
one  men,  to  a  war  strength  Company  of  one  hundred  and 
seventy-three. 

An  initial  reorganization  of  the  outfit  took  place  in  the  early 
winter  of  1915,  when  what  was  then  the  Machine  Gun  Platoon 
of  twenty-one  men  was  increased  to  a  Company  with  a  peace- 
time strength  of  seventy-three  men.  During  1914-1917,  when 
the  company  was  on  the  Mexican  border  it  was  equipped 
with  a  crude  specimen  of  machine  gun  compared  to  the  modern 

Browning,  the  Benet  Mecier. 

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Machine  Gun  Company  265 

While  stationed  at  Nogales,  Arizona,  the  machine  gunners 
had  their  first  and  what  proved  to  be  last  opportunity  to 
see  real  action,  when  they  were  called  upon  in  the  fall 
of  1915  to  defend  the  city  against  a  threatened  attack  of 
Mexicans  led  by  Pancho  Villa.  Apparently  the  enemy  got 
"cold  feet"  for  the  expected  attack  failed  to  materialize. 
At  any  rate  the  machine  gunners  lined  up  in  battle  forma- 
tion, determined  to  make  the  best  of  their  chance  at  the 
bandits. 

Following  the  retreat  from  the  vicinity  of  the  border  by 
Villa  and  his  band,  most  of  the  time  was  occupied  by  guard 
duty  and  maneuvering  with  the  other  companies  of  the  Regi- 
ment. 

Close  on  the  heels  of  the  declaration  of  war  against  Ger- 
many by  the  United  States  came  the  order  for  the  Twelfth  to 
move  to  the  Presidio  of  San  Francisco.  In  January,  1918,  the 
Company  took  up  quarters  at  Camp  Fremont.  Orders  were 
received  to  fill  to  war  strength  of  one  hundred  and  seventy- 
three  men,  combat  equipment,  and  also  twenty-six  mules- 
bless  them!  Mules  are  wonderful  things  when  it  comes  to 
drawing  heavily-laden  gun  carts.  But  when  the  city  bred 
soldier  is  called  upon  to  curry  and  manicure  these  equine 
makeshifts  he  is  up  against  something  he  didn't  sign  up  for. 
But  this  is  a  company  history  and  not  a  tale  of  woe;  so  "mule- 
ology"  must  needs  be  passed  up. 

The  Company  settled  down  in  earnest  to  regular  war-time 
drill.  Digging  into  the  strenuous  work  of  getting  a  line  on 
the  machine  gun  science  and  tactics.  The  officers  and  non- 
commissioned officers  of  this  unit  became  so  well-versed  in 
the  many  intricacies  of  the  machine  gun  that  there  was  a 
general  demand  for  their  services  at  the  Divisional  School  for 
Machine  Gunners.  This  one  Company  furnished  more  in- 
structors at  the  school  than  any  other  single  outfit  in  the  Divi- 
sion. To  it  also  goes  the  credit  of  having  furnished  the 


266  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

nucleus  around  which  were  built  most  of  the  machine  gun 
organizations  of  the  Eighth  Division. 

Working  from  daylight  to  dusk,  expecting  each  day  to  get 
orders  to  "go  across"  the  Company  had  a  chance  to  display 
its  ability  when,  about  the  middle  of  July,  Captain  Melaskey, 
then  Company  Commander,  received  orders  that  his  Company 
had  been  chosen  to  represent  the  machine  gunners  of  the 
Eighth  Division  in  the  maneuvers  to  be  given  before  the 
Mission  of  French  and  British  Officers. 

With  reveille  at  3:45  o'clock  each  morning  they  marched 
on  an  average  of  twenty  miles  daily,  under  full  equipment. 
The  situations  were  so  well-handled  during  these  maneuvers, 
that  the  Company  Commander  was  personally  congratulated 
by  the  officers  of  the  Foreign  Mission  for  having  been  the 
leader  of  what  they  deemed  "the  best  trained  outfit  on  the 
field." 

With  the  departure  in  August  from  Camp  Fremont  of 
a  contingent  of  troops  for  Siberia,  the  Company  lost  about 
half  of  its  best  men.  These  were  shortly  replaced  by  men 
of  equal  worth  and  before  long  the  outfit  was  back  again 
to  its  normal  strength  and  efficiency.  During  the  month 
previous  to  the  departure  for  Camp  Mills  the  work  con- 
sisted chiefly  of  range  practice  where  the  men  were  given 
practical  lessons  in  many  methods  of  direct  and  indirect  fire 
and  in  laying  down  barrages.  The  last  ammunition  was 
expended  about  a  week  before  breaking  camp.  Realizing  that 
they  were  killing  their  last  "Boches"  at  Camp  Fremont,  the 
men  worked  the  guns  with  such  accuracy  that,  according 
to  the  officers,  all  previous  firing  records  were  completely 
offset.  Especially  were  the  barrages  laid  with  accuracy. 
Firing  a  combat  course  at  targets  1000  yards  minimum 
distance,  the  Company  did  first-class  work  from  the  start. 
On  the  pistol  range  the  machine  gunners  acquitted  them- 
selves splendidly  too.  Fifty  per  cent,  of  the  Company  made 


Machine  Gun  Company  267 

an  average  of  over  80  out  of  possible  100  in  the  first  day's 
work. 

But  now  comes  a  portion  of  machine  gun  history  wherein 
the  mule  figures  foremost,  when  technically  we  should  say 
hindmost,  for  it  is  the  hindmost  part  of  the  mule  that  bears 
the  most  watching.  And  when  the  Company  was  handed  the 
task  of  teaching  Maud,  Harry,  Arthur,  and  Winnie  to  do  squads 
east  and  west,  it  was  handed  the  hardest  task  in  its  scheduled 
curriculum.  The  gentlemen  mules  did  fairly  well,  but  the 
lady  mules  couldn't  see  the  necessity  of  doing  things  in  the 
prescribed  way,  and  that's  where  the  trouble  started.  The 
Machine  Gun  Company,  like  the  rest  of  our  Regiment,  was 
deprived  of  the  opportunity  to  be  up  and  at  'em,  but  its  men 
carry  the  marks  of  combat  and  know  the  suffering  of  being 
wounded,  and  they  know  the  cry  of  battle — of  battle  with  a 
mule! 

Perhaps  the  reason  the  Machine  Gun  Company  can  claim 
such  good  athletic  timber  is  the  presence  of  the  mules.  There 
have  been  times  when  the  entire  Company  had  to  be  called 
out  to  round  up  a  rampant  mule.  Those  were  the  days  when 
everything  from  a  fifty  yard  dash  to  a  marathon  came  un- 
heralded on  the  athletic  drill  schedule.  Kicking  at  the  mules 
also  made  good  football  men. 

By  the  time  the  Company  was  ready  to  leave  Camp 
Fremont,  however,  an  armistice  had  been  signed  with  the 
mules  and  they  behaved  fairly  well.  But,  like  the  Boche, 
some  of  them  would  not  live  up  to  conditions  and  this 
made  mule  skinning  an  agreeable  job — for  an  undertaker. 
When  the  Company  turned  in  its  equipment  for  overseas 
marking  and  reviews  took  the  place  of  gun  drill,  hardly 
a  review  passed  at  which  the  lady  mules  failed  to  become 
temperamental  and  turkey -trot  all  over  the  poor  riflemen 
who  knew  nothing  about  such  deep  subjects  as  mules. 
Thanks  to  those  skilled  arms  which  had  been  drilled  to 


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"skin,"  no  damage  was  done,  with  the  exception  of  broken 
formations. 


ONE  ON  ME 

A  private  whose  name  is  Patterson 
With  Private  Brown  would  have  some  fun, 
When  Brown  was  told  to  roll  full  pack, 
Then  Pat  used  bricks  to  fill  the  slack. 

Pat's  helper  was  one  Private  Doerr, 
Who  brought  in  three  and  went  for  more, 
Pat  then  said  there's  room  for  naught, 
Now  make  tracks,  before  we're  caught. 

Brown  carried  his  pack  until  quite  late, 
Never  suspecting  what  caused  such  weight; 
When  chow  time  came  and  Brown  fell  out, 
He  undid  his  pack  and  gave  a  shout. 

He  knew  not  who  performed  the  job — 
Just  blamed  the  whole  confounded  mob, 
Sat  him  down  and  passed  the  smokes, 
And  called  it  one  of  Doerr's  blamed  jokes. 


SUPPCT  COMPANY 


WHOA!     Back  up,  you  black  son  of  a  gun!" 
"Get  up  there,  Pete,  and  stand  still — or  I'll  whale 
you." 

The  morning  air  was  rent  with  the  voice  of  Mr.  Mule 
Skinner,  talking  sweetly  to  his  four-mule  team.  The  big 
army  wagon  was  loaded  with  coal  which  was  to  be  dealt  out  to 
the  various  barracks  at  Camp  Stuart.  It  was  one  of  the  hun- 
dred daily  jobs  of  the  Supply  Company  and,  on  this  particular 
morning,  the  government  mules  were  slow  in  understanding 
the  skinner's  commands,  or  else  they  were  just  plain  stubborn. 

The  soldier  or  civilian  has  only  a  faint  idea  of  the  huge 
task  that  confronts  the  supply  company  in  keeping  the  regi- 
ment supplied  with  food,  clothing,  fuel,  and  ammunition. 
The  Supply  Company  consists  of  one  hundred  and  fifty-four 
men,  of  whom  eighty-six  are  wagoners.  Wagoners  draw  the 
same  pay  as  a  Corporal.  The  transportation  division  of  the 
company  is  divided  into  escort  wagons,  animal-drawn  wagons, 
and  rolling  kitchens,  amounting  to  eighty-five  pieces.  It  takes 
a  hundred  and  forty-five  mules  to  haul  this  outfit.  During 
action  the  casualties  in  the  Supply  Company  are  great;  for  it  is 
generally  under  fire. 

Three  regimental  supply  sergeants,  each  assisted  by  a 
sergeant,  have  charge  of  distributing  the  supplies.  Feeding 
a  regiment  is  a  small  task;  the  apportioning  is  done  on  the 
basis  of  the  single  ration  for  each  man  and  then  on  the  number 

of  men  in  the  regiment.     The  Supply  Company,  which  em- 

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braces  the  Ordnance  Department  of  the  Regiment,  is  com- 
manded by  Captain  Charles  R.  Sargent. 

Though  the  Supply  Company  soldiers  do  much  trucking, 
they  are  obliged  to  go  through  the  regular  infantry  drill. 
They  have  a  tendency  to  gallop  or  "bob"  while  marching;  so 
the  officers  conceived  the  idea  of  marching  them  in  the  deep 
sand.  The  life  of  the  supply  soldier  is  a  happy  one.  You  have 
seen  him  time  and  again  perched  upon  his  wagon,  spitting 
tobacco  juice  at  any  targets  which  appear,  taking  life  as  easily 
as  anyone  in  camp.  He  is  as  complacent  as  the  mules  he  drives. 

It  is  a  different  story  in  the  barracks.  Mr.  Mule  Skinner 
takes  on  added  "pep."  He  is  laughing  and  joking  continually. 
Over  in  the  far  corner  a  little  game  is  in  progress.  Jimmy 
O'Neill,  Jim  Liles,  J.  C.  Brown,  and  Art  Deliman  are  in  the 
game  of  quarter  jacks.  The  pot  is  a  big  one  and  O'Neill 
opens  on  a  pair  of  kings.  All  stay,  but  Liles  boosts,  and  the 
three  others  see  the  raise.  The  argument  is  lively  and  it  finally 
narrows  down  to  Liles  and  O'Neill.  Liles  answers  O'Neill's 
bet  with  a  stiff  raise  and  bluffs  his  opponent  out.  Accidently 
Liles'  hand  is  exposed  and  it  is  seen  that  he  holds  only  a  pair 
of  jacks,  with  which  he  won  the  pot. 

"That  is  the  last  time  you  will  ever  bluff  me  out,"  cries 
O'Neill,  "if  it  takes  every  cent  I  have  in  the  bank." 

At  Camp  Fremont,  Privates  Harnerd  and  Kane  went  to 
sleep  in  the  combat  wagon  while  the  several  companies  awaited 
the  delivery  of  their  bread.  The  pair  slept  soundly  while  the 
regiment  hungered.  This  Rip  Van  Winkle  performance  drew 
them  a  week  each  in  the  kitchen.  Lieutenant  Lane  promised 
each  of  the  men  a  bed  in  the  wagon. 

The  boys  are  still  laughing  at  some  colored  salesman 
remembering  how  he  took  them  in  on  their  arrival  in  dry  old 
Virginia.  Someone  suggested  that  a  bottle  be  purchased  as  a 
preventive  of  the  "Flu,"  and  two  privates,  greatly  impressed 
by  the  suggestion,  hurried  away  to  secure  the  remedy.  After 


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parting  with  eight  dollars  for  a  pint  of  "Sunny  Brook,"  and 
tasting  their  purchase,  they  found  that  they  were  drinking  cold 
tea.  The  bottle  had  been  refilled  through  the  bottom.  The 
"skinners"  are  game  losers,  however. 

Mess  Sergeant  Miller  sets  a  wonderful  table;  all  the  men 
who  come  under  his  care  dine.  I  use  the  word  "dine"  and  I 
mean  it.  They  sit  at  the  table  like  regular  folks.  The 
"chow"  there  is  so  good  that  nobody  wonders  why  the  Supply 
bunch  are  always  whistling  or  singing. 

The  "skinners"  and  their  mates,  the  eight  ordnance  men, 
are  a  happy  crowd — and  with  good  reason.  When  the  army 
life  of  many  members  of  the  Twelfth  is  over  and  done  with, 
none  will  look  back  on  their  experiences  with  more  pleasure  and 
satisfaction  than  the  men  of  the  Supply  Company. 


MEDICAL  DETACHMENT 


WHOEVER  forgets  his  first  encounter  with  the  Army 
Surgeon?  "Squads  Right"  and  "Squads  Left" 
may  soon  pass  from  the  mind,  but  the  recollection  of 
those  three  shots  in  the  arm  and  that  vaccination  will  always 
linger  with  the  other  fond  memories  of  rookie  days.  Next  in 
the  chain  of  associations  come  the  three  panaceas:  iodine, 
salts,  and  the  "CC"  pill,  and  that  throat  spray, — how  he  did 
loathe  it!  Quarantine  he  never  can  forget,  and  with  what 
diabolical  ingenuity  did  the  Surgeon  find  one  pretext  or  another 
to  keep  him  from  seeing  Susie  or  Sal !  It  seemed  as  if  the  Sur- 
geon had  some  way  of  knowing  just  when  he  was  planning  a 
big  time  and  would  straightway  find  measles  or  mumps  in  the 
Regiment. 

Medics  always  were  disturbing  his  peace  of  mind;  if  they 
were  not  lining  him  up  to  spray  his  throat,  they  were  fussing 
about  the  quantity  of  straw  in  his  bed-sack,  or  quibbling  over 
the  number  of  cubic  feet  of  air  around  his  bunk  at  night,  and 
some  of  those  doctors  had  the  most  exasperating  habit  of 
pulling  a  fellow  out  of  bed  just  about  midnight  to  adjust  the 
hood  of  the  tent. 

If  he  were  well  satisfied  with  his  shoes  and  considered  them 
a  perfect  fit,  the  Orthopaedic  Surgeon  would  not  fail  to  con- 
vince him  that  they  were  far  too  small  and  that  he  must  have 
a  pair  at  least  two  sizes  larger.  The  everlasting  succession  of 
physical  examinations,  cardio- vascular,  neuro-psychiatric,  and 
what-not ;  did  ever  a  week  pass  that  a  doctor  failed  to  appear 

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with  his  stethoscope,  looking  for  anything  from  flat-feet  to 
goiter?  Why  was  the  Surgeon  so  bent  on  finding  something 
wrong  with  him?  When,  however,  the  much-dreaded  overseas 
examination  came,  and  despite  his  fears  he  emerged  from  the 
ordeal  with  the  assurance  that  he  would  soon  be  part  of  the 
American  Expeditionary  Forces,  he  was  almost  ready  to  admit 
that  perhaps  there  was  some  good  in  those  doctors,  after  all. 

True,  the  corps  men  were  spared  the  hardship  of  walking 
post  in  every  weather,  but  they  were  rendering  an  equally 
valuable  contribution  to  the  "Service  of  Security"  by  keeping 
on  the  alert  for  that  arch-camoufleur,  Disease.  While  the 
infantryman  was  forming  up  for  bayonet  practice  or  charging 
over  the  rough  clods  in  wave  formation,  the  corps  man  was 
stalking  an  insidious  foe  and  one  far  removed  from  being  the 
"imaginary  enemy"  of  the  Drill  Manual.  In  the  kitchens,  the 
mess-halls,  the  stables,  and  the  latrines  he  was  given  no  quarter, 
so  relentless  was  the  war  waged  on  him  and  his  trusted  emissary 
the  seemingly  innocuous  house-fly. 

Nor  must  we  overlook  the  drill  activities  of  the  Hospital 
Corps,  for  they,  too,  were  preparing  for  the  day,  "La-Bas, " 
when  they  would  go  over  the  top  with  their  regiment  and  give 
the  actual  first  aid  that  on  the  drill  ground  they  had  so  often 
simulated.  Although  in  the  drills  of  the  Hospital  Corps  the 
litter  takes  the  place  of  the  rifle,  there  must  be  the  same  dis- 
cipline and  implicit  obedience  that  is  demanded  in  the  line. 
That  this  standard  was  attained  by  the  Medical  Detachment 
was  well  exemplified  by  the  showing  made  at  the  pre-embarka- 
tion  parades  and  reviews. 

The  real  test  of  efficiency  came  with  the  influenza  epidemic, 
for  it  was  then  that  our  regiment  was  menaced  by  an  imminent 
peril.  Up  to  that  time  the  entire  camp  had  enjoyed  compara- 
tive immunity  from  disease,  indeed,  no  other  cantonment  in 
the  United  States  had  a  cleaner  record  than  Camp  Fremont. 
For  our  Regiment,  this  epidemic  was  most  ill-timed;  it  came 


274  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

at  a  period  when  it  was  of  the  utmost  importance  that  our  men 
be  in  the  best  of  condition.  We  were  on  the  point  of  leaving 
for  France  and  were  preparing  for  the  long  trip  across  the  con- 
tinent to  the  Port  of  Embarkation  and  the  subsequent  sea- 
voyage,  when  the  influenza  broke  out  and  we  were  placed  in 
quarantine. 

Our  problem  was  to  keep  the  Regiment  as  free  from  influenza 
as  medical  science  could  make  it,  for  men  transferred  to  the 
Base  Hospital  might  be  prevented  from  leaving  with  the 
Twelfth  when  the  long-awaited  orders  finally  came.  A  few 
days  in  a  warm  place  was  the  only  treatment  that  many  of 
these  incipient  influenza  cases  required,  and  as  the  Base  Hospi- 
tal was  already  overcrowded,  Major  Pasco,  the  Regimental 
Surgeon,  hit  upon  the  expedient  of  opening  a  hospital  of  our 
own.  By  caring  for  these  men  at  the  Infirmary,  there  would 
be  no  danger  of  losing  them  when  we  left  Camp  Fremont.  The 
project  met  with  a  hearty  response  from  Colonel  Aloe  and  it 
was  decided  to  move  Regimental  Headquarters  to  the  Officers' 
Clubhouse.  With  characteristic  promptness,  Colonel  Aloe 
vacated,  and  the  additional  space  was  used  for  wards.  We 
found  it  necessary  to  improvise  at  every  turn,  but  in  a  short 
time  had  rigged  up  a  miniature  hospital  where  at  times  we 
cared  for  almost  forty  patients.  It  meant  hard  work  and  long 
hours  for  the  Hospital  Corps,  many  of  whom  were  far  from  well 
themselves,  but  they  went  at  the  task  cheerfully,  and  thanks 
to  their  untiring  efforts,  many  men  who  otherwise  would 
have  gone  to  the  Base  Hospital  were  able  to  leave  with  the 
Regiment. 

Our  struggle  with  the  influenza  did  not  end  at  Camp  Fre- 
mont; during  the  trip  across  the  continent  the  greatest  vigi- 
lance was  necessary  to  insure  the  protection  of  the  troops  from 
all  possible  infection.  Fortunately  we  were  able  to  make  the 
long  trip  with  but  a  small  percentage  of  sickness,  and  despite 
the  nation-wide  epidemic,  reached  the  Port  of  Embarkation 


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with  as  healthy  a  regiment  as  was  ever  made  ready  for 
France. 

We  must  not  overlook  the  much  overworked  Dental  Corps, 
for  although  they  did  not  bear  such  an  intimate  relation  to 
every  man  in  the  Regiment  as  did  the  Regimental  Infirmary, 
they  were  often  gratefully  sought  when  their  services  were 
required.  The  Regiment's  unfaltering  faith  in  their  skill  and 
their  capacity  for  work  was  amply  evident  one  morning  just 
before  we  left  Camp  Fremont,  when  all  men  in  need  of  dental 
treatment  were  ordered  to  report  at  the  Dental  Infirmary. 
Picture  the  surprise  of  the  Dental  Surgeons  when  they  beheld 
their  day's  work, — three  hundred  men  drawn  up  in  front  of  the 
Infirmary. 

In  this  war,  sanitation  and  hygiene  have  occupied  a  front- 
rank  place  in  the  operations  of  both  the  Allies  and  the  Germans. 
Never  before,  in  military  annals,  has  the  paramount  impor- 
tance of  the  health  and  moral  well-being  of  the  soldier  received 
such  recognition. 

No  sooner  had  the  recruit  been  admitted  to  the  Regiment 
from  the  Casual  Camp  than  he  was  given  a  short  talk  by  the 
Battalion  Surgeon.  Aside  from  remarks  on  what  was  expected 
of  the  soldier  in  the  care  of  his  body,  some  of  the  doctors  made 
their  talks  in  the  nature  of  a  general  introduction  to  the 
Service.  They  were  told  that  when  they  were  admitted  to  the 
Army  they  had  entered  an  organization  with  splendid  tradi- 
tions behind  it,  and  with  lofty  ideals  before  it.  The  profession 
of  a  soldier  was  an  old  one,  and  an  honorable  one,  and  that 
while  they  were  in  the  Service  their  conduct  was  to  be  such 
as  would  not  bring  discredit  upon  it.  To  be  good  soldiers,  they 
were  told,  they  must  first  be  good  men.  They  must  keep  their 
bodies  clean,  for  their  keeping  well  was  of  equal  importance  to 
their  obedience  to  orders.  Teeth  must  be  brushed,  bathing 
must  not  be  neglected,  and  quarters  must  be  well-kept. 

Later,  during  the  strenuous  period  of  intensive  training  at 


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Camp  Fremont,  the  occasional  lectures  of  the  Medical  Officers 
were  a  welcome  rest  from  extended  order  and  bayonet  drill. 
With  a  feeling  of  grateful  relief,  the  doughboys  would  gather 
under  some  spreading  oak  and  listen  for  an  hour  (all  too  brief), 
to  the  discourse  of  the  Battalion  Surgeon. 

When  our  great  Army  of  Democracy  is  demobilized  and 
everyone  leaves  tent  and  barracks  for  home,  he  cannot  fail  to 
carry  away  with  him  the  wholesome  lessons  that  were  im- 
parted to  him  by  the  wearers  of  the  caduceus.  The  period 
spent  in  khaki  should  be  of  especial  benefit  to  those  who  had 
been  under  our  flag  but  a  short  time  before  they  entered  the 
Army.  They  will  return  to  their  homes,  bringing  with  their 
straight  shoulders,  clear  eyes,  and  erect  carriage,  the  glorious 
gospel  of  sane  living. 


"  Cure-all" — the  pride  of  the  Pill  Battery 


We're  a  first  letter  Company  thru  and  thru, 

And  first  we'll  always  be, 

You  other  companies  of  the  regiment, 

Watch  your  step  carefully, 

From  reveille  until  retreat, 

You'll  see  us  on  the  jump, 

If  ever  you  catch  the  pace  we've  set, 

Believe  us,  you'll  have  to  hump. 

OF  course  in  this  account  it  has  been  impossible  to  enu- 
merate all  the  things  that  have  occurred,  some  humor- 
ous, some  almost  pathetic,  but  all  a  part  of  the  lives 
of  the  men.  So  after  you  have  read  the  story  of  "A"  Com- 
pany, remember  it  was  written  for  you,  and  about  you. 

Before  going  to  Camp  Fremont,  while  the  Regiment  was 
at  the  Presidio,  it  received  the  name  of  "horse-killers."  Our 
Company  was  on  guard  and  "Jaw-bone"  Asquith  was  the 
vigilant  sentinel  responsible. 

While  walking  his  post,  Asquith  was  startled  by  a  noise, 
and  looking  in  the  direction  whence  it  came,  was  more  startled 
to  behold  a  shape  moving  toward  him  out  of  the  darkness  of 
the  night.  Coming  to  a  "port  arms, "  he  commanded  "Halt." 
But  still  the  awesome  shape  advanced.  Again  the  command 
"Halt"  was  repeated  and  disregarded. 

It  was  a  case  of  act  and  act  quickly.  Bringing  his  trusty 
weapon  to  his  shoulder,  "Jaw-bone"  blazed  away.  The  report 
of  his  rifle  was  followed  by  a  dull  thud.  "Jaw-bone  "  advanced 

to  investigate,  and  much  to  his  chagrin,  he  found  that  he  had 

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shot  (no,  men  of  "B"  Company,  not  a  spirit,  but)  a  poor  old 
skate  of  a  horse,  a  pet  of  a  sergeant,  which  having  outlived  its 
usefulness,  and  served  its  master  well  for  many  years,  was  per- 
mitted to  roam  the  camp  at  will.  "Jaw-bone"  put  an  end  to 
its  roaming,  and  it  was  many  a  day  before  the  other  companies 
of  the  camp  ceased  to  greet  their  Company  "A"  brothers  with 
the  nickname  of  "horse-killers." 

May  the  first,  1918  found  Company  "A"  stationed  at 
Camp  Fremont,  waiting  impatiently  for  something  to  happen. 
Having  been  there  through  the  preceding  winter,  this  little 
Company  of  seventy-five  men  longed  for  action, but  realized  that 
their  numbers  were  far  too  small.  They  had  waited  and  waited 
for  the  "draft"  to  come  to  fill  the  blank  files  of  the  Company. 

On  or  about  the  fifth  of  May,  a  varied  assortment  of  men 
arrived.  They  had  just  received  their  first  degree  at  Jefferson 
Barracks,  and  at  Fort  McDowell.  The  initiation  ceremonies 
consisted  chiefly  of  ushering  them  into  misfitting  uniforms, 
supplying  them  with  three  blankets  and  other  military  regalia. 
After  being  tendered  a  lunch  of  hot  coffee  and  sandwiches  by 
the  Red  Cross,  the  formal  induction  into  the  Company  took 
place.  Seventy-five  were  issued  bed-sacks,  and  under  the 
direction  of  what  appeared  to  be  "hard-boiled  non-coms.," 
were  conducted  to  a  straw  pile  where,  in  the  dim  light  of  a 
lantern,  a  sack  filling  tussle  ensued. 

To  the  new  men,  the  idea  of  not  having  ticks  already  filled 
and  bunks  ready  in  advance,  seemed  entirely  contrary  to 
civilian  procedure.  Reveille  formation  the  next  morning 
found  Company  "A"  with  its  numbers  doubled  overnight, 
and  two  groups  of  men  lined  up  in  the  company  street.  One 
group,  on  the  north  end,  armed,  erect,  tanned,  and  soldierly 
looking,  were  the  regulars.  The  other  on  the  south  end,  with 
ragged  lines,  pale  faces,  big  bellies,  small  chests,  and  a  wonder- 
ing look  in  their  eyes,  were  the  newly  drafted  men. 

During  the  next  two  weeks,  the  "rookies"  were  kept  in 


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quarantine,  but  the  initiation  ceremonies  went  merrily  on. 
Setting-up  exercises  of  every  description  were  indulged  in 
until  every  bone,  muscle,  sinew,  and  nerve  in  the  body  was 
made  to  realize  that  there  was  a  war  on  and  that  each  of  these 
would  be  called  upon  to  play  its  part. 

The  boys  were  inducted  into  the  mysteries  of  K.  P.,  fatigue, 
and  policing-up.  In  the  meantime  they  were  given  a  little 
shot  in  one  arm  and  some  vaccine  in  the  other  to  help  complete 
their  misery  and  isolation. 

Before  emerging  from  quarantine,  the  intricacies  of  "squads 
here  and  squads  there"  and  "column  this  and  column  that," 
and  "right  and  wrong  into  line"  were  pretty  well  mastered, 
though  some  of  the  fellows  had  to  serve  a  little  extra  time  in 
the  awkward  squad,  before  the  evolutions  penetrated  the 
' '  domos  concretus. ' ' 

After  these  things  came  the  issue  of  clothing.  Can  you 
remember  how  that  first  uniform  looked?  Most  of  us  don't 
want  to.  You  remember  how  you  lined  up  to  receive  your 
clothes  and  grabbed  whatever  was  handed  to  you?  In  fact, 
there  wasn't  much  choice  in  the  matter.  If  you  wore  a  thirty- 
six  blouse,  you  drew  a  forty,  and  if  your  breeches  should  have 
been  thirty-two  waist,  you  were  handed  a  size  forty-two  and 
leggings  to  match.  Well,  it  wouJ d  take  years  of  hiking  to  develop 
a  calf  that  would  fill  them  properly.  About  the  only  consola- 
tion was  the  fact  that  all  were  in  the  same  boat.  After  donning 
your  rags  you  looked  like  accidents  going  some  place  to  happen. 

About  the  time  the  Company  was  in  the  midst  of  its  train- 
ing and  the  men  were  becoming  good  soldiers  came  the  call  to 
France.  It  was  with  a  fluttering  pulse  that  we  boarded  the 
train,  half  glad,  half  sorry,  but  looking  forward  eagerly  to  new 
adventures.  With  few  exceptions  we  all  can  vividly  recall  the 
trip  across  the  continent  from  Camp  Fremont  to  Camp  Mills; 
across  the  Rockies,  over  the  plains  of  the  Middle  West,  up 
through  Canada,  down  through  New  York  State,  where  we 


280  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

had  our  first  glimpse  of  the  Statue  of  Liberty,  Brooklyn  Bridge, 
and  the  skyscrapers  of  old  New  York.  It  was  on  this  trip 
that  many  a  soldier  awoke  to  the  fact  that  Main  Street  in  his 
own  home  town  wasn't  the  busiest  thoroughfare  in  the  world, 
and  that  there  were  other  places  besides  Weiser,  Okmulgee, 
and  "Seatt."  It  was  some  journey! 

Remember  "Ventriloquist  Jennings"  and  the  train  porter. 
He  surely  had  the  old  darky  worried  looking  for  the  man 
whose  voice  seemed  to  come  from  the  car  roof.  The  porter 
wasn't  the  only  one  taken  in,  as  there  were  a  lot  more  of  us  who 
didn't  get  wise  until  we  were  told.  Indeed  one  officer  would 
have  sworn  there  was  some  one  on  the  roof  of  the  car,  and  was 
very  much  concerned  lest  the  gentleman  fall  off  and  be  injured. 
Jennings  and  his  illusive  voice  made  a  real  hit. 

While  on  the  trip  "A"  Company  again  had  an  opportunity 
to  live  up  to  its  reputation  of  "first  at  all  times."  Before 
pulling  into  North  Platte,  Nebraska,  Headquarters  Company 
had  telegraphed  ahead  to  the  Red  Cross  Canteen  to  have  coffee 
and  sandwiches  ready  on  their  arrival  as  they  would  be  the 
first  company  to  pull  in  at  North  Platte.  But  they  were  not 
the  first  to  arrive  and  were  much  put  out  to  find  that  their 
comrades  in  arms,  "A"  Company,  had  beaten  them  to  it,  by 
about  thirty  minutes,  and  had  consumed  most  of  the  refresh- 
ments so  thoughtfully  provided. 

Camp  Mills,  or  "Camp  Chills,"  took  a  lot  of  enthusiasm 
out  of  the  men.  It  was  by  no  means  an  ideal  spot;  muddy 
company  streets,  poorly  constructed  mess-kitchens,  and  as  a 
rule  no  hot  water  for  bathing  and  shaving.  But  if  it  had  not 
been  for  our  stay  there,  many  of  us  from  back  there  in  the 
"sticks"  would  not  have  seen  New  York  City.  We  know  we 
never  imagined  buildings  so  high  and  if  it  had  been  summer  we 
would  have  had  the  roofs  of  our  mouths  all  sunburned  from 
sky-gazing.  As  it  was  there  were  plenty  of  stiff-necks  from 
rubbering. 


Company  "A"  281 

Helmets,  bully-beef,  hard  tack,  Pershing  shoes,  and  other 
overseas  equipment  were  issued,  while  passenger  lists,  drills 
and  watchful  waiting  helped  fill  the  hours  as  the  boys  anxiously 
anticipated  the  word  to  embark.  All  were  "rarin' "  to  go.  It 
was  about  this  time  that  more  rumors  were  started  from  the 
bath-house  that  the  company  was  to  be  cheated  out  of  its 
fondest  hopes,  but  when  additional  men  were  transferred  from 
Camp  Merritt,  all  doubt  was  dispelled.  When  the  Armistice 
was  signed  every  man  knew  he  would  never  see  Europe,  at 
least  on  this  trip,  and  was  willing  so  to  bet.  Drills  and  fatigue, 
with  an  occasional  visit  to  the  city  filled  in  the  time  spent  at 
Camp  Mills,  and  there  was  no  regret  when  we  left  the  chilly 
atmosphere  of  Long  Island. 

We  need  no  reminder  of  the  trip  by  transport  from  Ho- 
boken  to  Newport  News  on  the  good  ship  Pocahontas,  She  was 
the  German  passenger  ship  Princess  Irene  previous  to  the  war, 
and  was  later  converted  into  a  typical  army-transport  with 
all  the  usual  inconveniences.  After  spending  two  never-to-be- 
forgotten  nights  on  the  transport  we  were  landed  at  Newport 
News,  Virginia,  and  were  ferried  across  Chesapeake  Bay  to 
the  United  States  Army  Supply  Base  where  the  usual  policing 
of  quarters  and  company  areas  was  resumed,  and  much  liberty 
in  and  near  Norfolk  was  enjoyed.  Here  we  had  our  first  intro- 
duction to  the  real  Southern  darkie.  Many  members  of  the 
dusky  race  who  chanced  to  stroll  by  the  guard-house  when 
some  of  the  wits  were  on  duty  were  greeted  with  the  cry, 
"Turn  out  the  guard, — the  colors."  Our  sojourn  here  was 
brief  as  we  were  ordered  to  take  over  the  guard  at  Lambert's 
Point. 

The  story  of  "A"  Company  would  not  be  complete  without 
mention  of  our  old  mascot,  Spud.  There  are  very  few  in  the 
Company  who  do  not  remember  Spud.  He  was  the  Company 
mascot  and  there  was  none  more  proficient  at  drill  or  more 
prompt  at  formations  than  our  canine  friend.  He  earned  the 


282  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

name  and  reputation  of  "Champion  Spud  Eater"  of  the 
Western  Coast  after  he  had  consumed  a  quantity  of  "said 
vegetables"  which  were  being  prepared  for  Company  chow. 
Could  he  have  talked  he  would  have  explained  "Squads  East 
and  West"  to  any  rookie.  Spud's  military  education  was 
thorough  and  complete.  He  was  probably  the  most  familiar 
sight  in  the  company  street  and  had  the  friendship  of  every 
man  in  the  regiment.  It  was  with  deepest  regret  that  the  men 
were  told  Spud  could  not  accompany  them  on  their  continental 
tour.  If  the  report  that  he  went  to  the  Development  Battalion 
is  true,  he  has  undoubtedly  received  his  honorable  discharge. 
Later  reports  say  he  died  like  the  true  soldier  he  was,  having 
succumbed  to  the  deadly  fumes  of  the  gas  house.  Wherever 
he  went  he  will  always  be  remembered  by  his  friends,  the 
officers  and  men  of  the  entire  regiment. 

As  this  story  is  written  the  Company  is  quartered  at  Lam- 
bert's Point  within  a  short  ride  of  Norfolk,  in  finely  appointed 
barracks  and  congenial  surroundings.  So  let's  sit  tight  and 
pay  no  attention  to  the  rumors  from  the  bathhouse,  that  dis- 
charges are  next  in  order  and  that  we  will  soon  be  back  home. 
Remember  you  are  in  the  army  now,  the  regular  army.  You 
have  a  duty  to  fulfill  until  such  time  as  Uncle  Sam  sees  fit  to 
dispense  with  your  services,  so  continue  to  hold  up  the  reputa- 
tion of  this  Company  and  give  three  cheers  and  a  tiger  for  the 
officers  and  men  of  Company  "A,"  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry. 


O M PAN YM 


1 '  |  }  * '  COMPANY  is  surpassed  by  none.  We  owe  our  success 
I J  to  the  hard  work  of  the  men  and  the  earnest  coopera- 
tion of  the  officers.  It  is  "B"  Company  that  has 
made  the  Twelfth  Infantry  a  success.  Its  leadership  under 
Captain  Paul  H.  Brown  has  been  superb,  and  we  can  grow 
equally  enthusiastic  concerning  all  our  officers.  Through  all 
the  days  of  intensive  training  they  have  managed  to  get  lots 
of  work  out  of  the  "gang."  Lieutenants  Clark,  Hobbie,  Boon, 
Couch,  and  Ricker  stand  out  in  the  work  of  the  Regiment; 
they  have  labored  with  zeal  to  mold  Company  "B"  into  a 
righting  unit,  ready  for  duty  overseas. 

The  company's  "Mule,"  First  Sergeant  Frank  H.  Smith — 
who  served  several  years  in  the  British  Army  and  is  now  on  his 
fourth  enlistment  in  our  Army — has  an  incisive  tongue  which 
puts  the  ordinary  weapon  of  a  Bee  to  shame.  When  the  careless 
recruit  saunters  into  the  orderly  room  inquiring  for  the  gar- 
bage can,  this  doughty  old  soldier  unhesitatingly  refers  him  to 
his  own  haversack.  Another,  perhaps,  wishes  to  know  the 
whereabouts  of  his  "  bunkie  " ;  Sergeant  Smith  hurriedly  searches 
his  pockets,  looks  in  his  hat,  and  seriously  informs  the  ques- 
tioner that  he  does  not  know.  Sergeant  Smith's  non-com- 
missioned staff  would  be  a  credit  to  any  man's  organization. 

When  the  order  came  to  drill,  drill,  and  then  drill  some 
more,  "B"  Company  never  growled  or  even  murmured — it 
buzzed.  Did  you  ever  knock  the  front  off  a  bee  hive?  Well, 
if  you  ever  did,  you  know  what  happens.  If  you  never  did 

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284  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

and  don't  know,  come  and  watch  "B"  Company  when  the 
drummer  knocks  on  his  old  drum  and  the  buglers  knock  us  by 
playing  /  can't  get  'em  up.  We  show  'em  up  every  time  they 
do  it.  We  never  treated  them  the  way  Bees  usually  do  those 
people  who  disturb  them.  Not  because  we  think  a  lot  of 
buglers;  but  because  we  were  whetting  our  stingers  for  bigger 
game,  named  Bill,  Bill  Ho-something  or  other.  The  big  part 
about  Bill,  excepting  the  former  size  of  his  head,  was  the  rear 
end  of  his  name.  But  you  see  we'd  heard  so  much  about  him 
that  we  grew  to  feel  that  we  knew  him  well  enough  to  call  him 
just  Bill.  I  should  rather  say  unjust  Bill:  the  kind  of  a  Bill 
that  always  makes  you  sore  just  to  think  of  it.  And  we'd  have 
made  Bill  sore  too,  if  we'd  ever  got  a  chance  to  work  him  over. 

Well,  as  I  was  saying,  we  didn't  bother  with  the  buglers 
except  to  prove  every  morning  that  they  were  a  bunch  of 
slanderers.  What  we  did  do  was  to  make  a  B-line  when  the 
"Top"  said  "F'lin"  for  reveille.  By  the  way,  did  you  ever 
happen  to  hear  how  that  expression  got  started?  Well,  it  was 
like  this;  one  morning  the  Colonel  was  out  for  reveille.  Yes, 
he  was,  and  when  he  saw  us  line  up  and  looked  along  our  front 
rank,  he  said,  "That's  a  B-line."  There  were  lots  o'  folks 
loitering  around;  there  always  are  at  that  time  of  day;  field 
officers  and  folks  like  that ;  and  they  understood  and  they  told 
other  folks  and  now  everybody  knows.  We're  great  on  "B" 
lines;  we  make  two  hundred  and  fifty  Bee  lines  when  the  bugler 
bugles  "Soup-y,  Soup-y,  Soup-y—  '  (there's  some  good  in  the 
worst  of  men).  These  lines  extend  from  our  tents  to  the  mess 
hall  door,  and,  since  they  start  from  so  many  sources,  and  have 
only  one  culminating  point,  you  can  look  at  this  from  any 
angle  you  wish. 

We  came  to  this  hive  from  a  place  called  the  Cas-u — , 
Cas-u — ty  Camp — whatever  its  name  is;  the  one  where  they 
take  away  your  own  clothes  and  give  you  somebody  else's, 
stick  needles  in  your  arm,  look  down  your  throat,  and  sell  you 


Scenes,  Camp  Stuart,  Virginia 


Looking  north  from  the  fire  tower  showing  Twelfth  Infantry  Area 


An  evening's  entertainment  at  the  "  Y1 


Looking  southeast  from  Camp  Headquarters  to  Hampton  Roads — 
part  of  Fleet  in  distance 


The  Twelfth  Settles  in  Wooden  Barracks 


Campaign  hats  and  canvas  leggings  again 


Mess  call  has  sounded 


Waiting  for  another  mess  call 


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Company  "B"  285 

insurance.  That's  the  place.  When  we  got  here,  the  hive  had 
just  swarmed.  Those  who  left  went  over  and  settled  in 
Siberia.  There  were  a  few  Bees  around  when  we  got  to  the 
hive.  Some  of  them  had  stripes  on  their  arms  and  some  had 
red  stuff  on  their  legs;  'twasn't  pollen  though, — 'twas  leather. 
We  asked  one  of  'em  with  stripes  on  his  arm  if  these  Bees  had 
gone  to  Siberia  to  fill  it  with  honey,  and  he  said:  "No,  they 
were  going  there  to  keep  the  Hun  out  of  it." 

After  we  reached  the  hive  and  settled,  those  striped-armed 
and  red-legged  Bees  made  us  do  all  sorts  of  things.  They 
showed  us  a  new  way  to  turn  around ;  a  new  way  to  stand  up ; 
and  made  us  all  walk  around  together  the  way  ants  do.  We'd 
always  been  used  to  flying  about,  every  fellow  for  himself,  and 
this  hiking  around  in  bunches  was  hard  to  do. 

We  recognize  that  a  bee  is  entitled  to  several  feet,  but  when 
we  tried  to  do  "about  face"  we  didn't  know  whether  we  were 
bees  or  centipedes.  Not  only  did  your  own  feet  get  all  mixed 
up,  but  they  got  mixed  up  with  the  other  fellow's.  Oh,  our 
feet  were  great  mixers  those  days!  They  mixed  so  well  that 
they  would  have  made  a  first  class  Y.  M.  C.  A.  Secretary  look 
like  oil  and  water.  Feet  are  a  problem  under  the  best  of  con- 
ditions, but  after  we  put  on  those  army  shoes  we  couldn't 
recognize  our  own  feet  when  we  saw  them — and  ordinarily 
they  were  not  hard  to  see.  Usually  the  Company  street  was 
covered  with  'em,  but  say  what  you  will,  it  bothers  a  fellow  not 
to  be  able  to  determine  which  are  his  own.  It  makes  you  kind 
'a  dizzy  to  have  somebody  call  "Ten  shun!"  You  see  a  foot 
which,  in  private  life,  you  had  looked  upon  as  your  own  prop- 
erty, jump  over  and  crack  itself  against  Brown's  heel  and  see 
one  which  you  supposed  belonged  to  Jones  leap  at  you  like  a 
fox  terrier. 

But  when  it  comes  to  numbers,  our  feet  had  nothing  on  our 
hands;  but  we  had,  and  its  name  was  rifle.  Now  every  Bee, 
when  he  landed  at  the  hive,  thought  he  knew  just  how  to  handle 


286  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

a  rifle.  But  it's  strange  what  an  infinite  instrument  of  torture 
an  innocent  30:30  can  become.  Shooting  it  is  simple  enough, 
but  when  you  come  to  doing  gyratory  gymnastics  with  it, 
that's  different.  We  not  only  had  to  whirl  'em  around  our 
heads  and  set  them  against  our  toes  (not  on  them),  but  we  had 
to  learn  the  names  of  all  the  pieces.  One  Bee  named  Shorty, 
an  Ozark  Bee,  came  in  to  the  platoon  sergeant  one  day. 

"I  thought  I  had  assembled  every  part  of  my  gun,"  he 
said,  "but  Captain  Brown  just  asked  me  where  the  balance 
was.  I  can't  find  it;  I'm  afraid  I've  lost  it." 

"The  balance  of  your  gun  is  all  right, "  the  sergeant  replied, 
"but  I  can't  say  as  much  regarding  your  head." 

Bad  as  all  this  was,  it  didn't  compare  with  the  things  that 
followed.  After  we  got  so  proficient  that  we  could  twirl  a 
rifle  between  our  fingers,  just  as  the  Second  Lieutenants  did 
their  sticks,  we  were  given  our  stingers.  Talk  about  stilettos 
and  daggers,  and  things  like  that — a  bayonet  makes  all  that 
trash  look  harmless.  A  striped-armed  Bee  told  us  why  these 
stingers  were  made  so  long;  when  the  Germans  came  over  in 
mass  formation,  he  explained,  we'd  only  have  to  jab  once  in  the 
same  direction!  We  had  to  do  "On  Guard,"  "Long  Point," 
1 '  Short  Point, ' '  and  ' '  Jab. ' '  It's  hard  to  understand  about  that 
jab.  We  were  told  that  the  idea  was  to  get  close  to  the  enemy, 
to  jab  straight  up  and  hit  him  under  the  chin.  Now  reason 
should  teach  any  man  that  if  a  German  is  so  big  that  his  chin  is 
higher  than  the  point  of  a  bayonet  when  the  butt  of  the  rifle 
is  on  the  ground,  he  surely  is  not  the  kind  of  man  to  get  close 
to.  If  he  is  as  big  as  that  it  certainly  would  take  a  cannon  to 
kill  him.  But  the  great  thing  about  bayonet  fighting  is  making 
the  right  kind  of  a  face.  Did  you  ever  see  "B"  Company's 
bayonet  face?  Now  we're  not  talking  about  one  of  the  officers, 
but  the  way  "  B  "  Company  looks  when  it  comes  on  guard.  If 
you  never  saw  it  you  have  missed  something,  for  it  certainly  is 
not  in  the  power  of  language  to  describe  it.  A  mild  example  of 


Company  "B"  287 

that  face  would  be  the  face  of  a  man  wearing  a  mad  bee  for  a 
collar  button. 

A  bayonet  is  logical  from  a  Bee's  standpoint — point,  faces, 
growl,  and  all,  but  there  is  no  logic  to  a  grenade.  We  had  to 
learn  to  throw  like  a  girl,  and  duck  like  a  hell  diver.  We  had 
grenades  with  fly-up  handles  and  twist-around  handles,  grenades 
that  threw  shrapnel,  grenades  that  threw  phosphorus,  and  gre- 
nades which  threw  gas.  Any  one  of  them  was  enough  to  scare 
a  man  to  death ;  but  of  course  that  wouldn't  necessarily  affect 
a  Hun. 

One  day  the  "King  Bee"  told  us  to  get  ready  to  swarm  and 
go  Hun  Huntin'  and  then  Captain  Brown  and  the  Lieutenants 
got  busy.  They  took  the  things  we  wanted  away  from  us  and 
loaded  everything  else  around  the  place  on  our  backs.  The 
day  we  marched  out  of  the  old  hive  at  Camp  Fremont  we 
hardly  knew  whether  we  were  bees  or  jackasses.  Then  we  en- 
trained. Did  you  ever  see  bullets  come  out  of  a  machine  gun? 
Well,  that's  the  way  we  went  into  those  cars. 

Have  you  ever  heard  the  latest  dope  on  colds?  Well  it's 
this;  open  the  windows,  get  just  as  cold  as  you  can  as  quick  as 
you  can  and  after  you're  as  cold  as  you  can  get  you  can't  take 
cold.  When  we  settled,  we  settled  on  Long  Island.  The  place 
is  surrounded  by  water,  but  that's  only  half  the  truth;  it's 
covered  with  water,  too.  No  one  ever  knew  how  it  happened. 
Apiaries  are  flooded  sometimes  to  keep  the  ants  away.  It 
couldn't  have  been  for  that  reason,  but  it  might  have  been  on 
account  of  cousins — they  are  so  plentiful  in  Noo  Yawk.  Yet 
all  that  water,  made  possible  a  great  discovery,  for  we  found 
out  that  our  shoes  would  float.  You  had  to  see  it  to  believe  it, 
for  many  a  time,  after  a  day's  march,  we  could  have  sworn 
that  they  would  have  sunk  in  quicksilver. 

But  we  didn't  stay  there  long;  presently  we  swarmed  again. 
Long  Island  is  too  near  that  clover  patch  they  call  Noo  Yawk. 
Talk  about  Daisies,  and  Roses,  and  Violets!  Say,  that  place  is 


288  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

full  of  'em.  Little  good,  however,  that  did  us,  for  instead  of 
letting  us  go  out  and  hunt  sweet  things,  the  King  Bee  made  us 
stay  at  home.  That  king  was  determined  to  do  things  to  Bill. 
But  Bill  heard  us  coming  and  ran  into  Queen  Helaminas  house 
and  shut  the  door  and  here  we  are  down  in  Norfolk;  and  our 
only  fight  is  our  attempt  to  keep  them  from  sewing  silver 
chevrons  on  us.  Who  ever  heard  of  a  real  bee  with  a  real 
stinger  wearing  a  thing  like  that? 

Yes,  we're  down  here  in  that  part  of  the  farm  called  the 
"Old  Dominion."  It's  situated  near  the  big  farm  house,  the 
White  one.  That's  where  the  tall  old  fellow  lives  who  wears  a 
chin  beard  and  a  beaver  hat  with  stars  on  it  and  pants  which 
he  outgrew  long  ago.  He's  the  one  we  belong  to;  we've  never 
seen  him,  but  we've  often  seen  his  picture.  He  never  says 
much,  that  old  fellow,  but  he  tells  everybody  where  to  head  in. 
He's  a  great  old  man ;  he  never  robs  the  hive,  though  he  has  a 
great  habit  of  making  us  swarm  and  settle  in  places  we  don't 
like.  But  we  know  it's  our  business  to  please  him,  and  it's  a 
great  pleasure  to  know  that  we  belong  to  his  farm. 


COMPANY'S  first  page  in  history  was  written  at  the 
siege  of  Vicksburg.  Later  we  find  it  fight  ing  Indians  on 
the  plains,  living  on  hardtack,  and  setting  up  a  record 
of  achievement  that  it  has  maintained  up  to  the  present  day. 
During  the  Mexican  trouble  when  Pancho  Villa  was  ravag- 
ing the  border  towns,  this  Company,  with  the  others  of  the 
Twelfth,  was.  sent  to  guard  the  city  of  Nogales,  Arizona.  The 
citizens  soon  learned  that  the  companies  took  turns  on  guard, 
and  that  every  twelve  days  "C"  Company  would  take  its 
turn.  Then  and  there  they  marked  their  calendars  for  months 
ahead,  and  every  twelfth  day  the  "padre  de  familia"  would 
tell  his  household  at  the  supper  table  that  it  would  be  entirely 
safe  to  go  to  town  on  that  particular  night,  as  "C"  Company 
was  on  guard.  To-day  when  a  stranger  asks  an  inhabitant  of 
Nogales  who  guarded  the  town  during  the  Mexican  trouble,  the 
immediate  answer  is:  Company  "C." 

Assuming  that  our  reputation  is  known  to  the  public,  we 
will  come  down  to  the  present  and  discuss  the  marvelous  record 
of  the  Company  that  almost  fought  to  make  the  world  safe  for 
Democracy.  In  order  to  expand  the  American  army  from 
ninety  thousand  to  four  million,  it  was  necessary  to  break  up 
Company  "  C  "  to  form  a  foundation  for  additional  units  and  also 
to  contribute  a  delegation  of  instructors  to  the  National  Army. 
This  duty  fell  upon  the  mighty  shoulders  of  Sergeants  Peter  An- 
derson and  Mike  Healy,  who  went  to  Camp  Funston,  Kansas,  to 
put  some  "  jazz  "  in  the  Three  Hundred  and  Fifty-third  Infantry. 

289 


290  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

When  Captain  Hellmers  and  Lieutenant  Barrett  replaced 
the  former  officers,  a  high  standard  of  efficiency  was  set.  In 
order  to  become  a  member  of  "C"  Company,  a  soldier  must 
possess  natural  ability  and  be  well  recommended  by  his  former 
employer.  Within  a  short  time  the  new  commander  had 
gathered  together  the  necessary  number  of  able  men,  and  his 
officers  and  non-commissioned  officers  had  trained  them  to  be 
soldiers.  But  General  Graves  kidnapped  one  hundred  and 
sixty  of  them,  and  carried  them  to  Siberia,  leaving  only  the 
non-coms,  and  Privates  Mullaney  and  Mitchell  as  a  nucleus 
around  which  to  form  another  Company  "  C. " 

It  was  a  known  fact  that  German  spies  were  lurking  around 
Camp  Fremont.  Had  they  gathered  the  information  that 
"C"  Company  had  been  broken  up,  Von  Hindenburg  would 
have  ordered  his  entire  fighting  forces  against  the  Allies  and 
the  war  would  have  been  lost.  But  Captain  Hellmers  was  too 
alert  for  the  Huns.  He  worked  while  they  slumbered.  From 
the  One  Hundred  and  Sixty-fifth  Depot  Brigade  he  drew 
sixty-five  men.  The  August  draft  brought  to  Camp  Fremont 
the  greatest  collection  of  masculinities  ever  massed  together 
in  one  body,  and  in  this  august  assembly  he  found  some  ex- 
cellent material  for  Company  "C."  Inasmuch  as  this  was  a 
selected  bunch  of  men  it  might  be  well  to  mention  that  every 
State  west  of  the  Mississippi  was  represented.  This  detach- 
ment, however,  did  not  fill  the  Company  to  war  strength,  so 
the  Captain  sent  Sergeant  Nuhn  and  Corporal  Choder  to  the 
Casual  Camp  in  quest  of  the  Oklahoma  recruits.  The  required 
number  was  there ;  a  temporary  roster  was  made  and  the  detail 
was  marched  to  "C"  Company's  quarters. 

Returning  from  Camp  Funston,  Sergeant  Anderson  found 
the  office  of  First  Sergeant  awaiting  him.  The  first  morning 
after  the  diamond  chevron  had  been  sewed  upon  his  sleeve,  he 
came  out  to  look  the  new  bunch  over  for  prospective  K.  P.'s 
and  corporals.  He  had  just  finished  training  three  outfits  for 


Company  "C"  291 

the  National  Army,  but  it  seemed  that  his  sacrifice  for  human- 
ity was  only  half  made.  This  bunch  made  the  future  look  so 
gloomy  that  he  didn't  even  have  the  courage  to  call  the  roll. 

We  worked  seven  hours  a  day  for  five  days  in  the  week,  at 
night  we  rolled  packs,  and  on  Sunday  we  fired  on  the  range. 
When  a  recruit  would  complain  of  being  overworked,  Sergeant 
Lewis  would  remind  him  that  he  was  doing  it  for  his  country 
and  not  for  the  sake  of  keeping  busy. 

After  three  months  of  hard  training  and  making  bayonet 
faces  we  left  the  sunny  coast  of  California  for  the  port  of  em- 
barkation, and  arrived  there  just  in  time  to  go  on  guard. 

When  the  First  Battalion  paraded  at  Camp  Fremont,  "C" 
Company  was  the  only  company  which  attracted  the  Colonel's 
attention.  He  suggested  to  Captain  Hellmers  that  it  would  be 
more  military  if  every  man  came  to  right  shoulder  arms  at  the 
same  time,  and  in  three  counts.  This  being  termed  a  wise 
suggestion,  the  Captain  added  an  extra  half  hour  to  the  drill 
schedule  in  order  to  comply. 

No  member  of  our  Company  had  any  desire  to  take  up 
lodging  at  the  guard  house.  When  a  regulation  was  violated, 
and  the  offender  was  found  guilty,  the  Captain  would  turn  him 
over  to  "Joe,"  the  Italian  cook.  A  single  day  on  kitchen  police, 
when  Joe  was  in  charge  of  the  kitchen,  was  equal  to  three 
months  in  the  mill.  Joe  also  was  the  best  stew  maker  in  the 
Eighth  Division.  We  are  indebted  to  the  city  of  Seattle  for 
having  sent  a  man  like  Joe  to  our  Company,  whose  buzz-saw 
appetites  he  was  able  to  satisfy. 

While  Company  "C"  was  trained  for  combat  service  in 
France,  the  only  service  rendered  to  Uncle  Sam  was  guard 
duty.  At  this  pastime  we  are  acknowledged  to  be  champion 
of  the  world. 

Now  that  some  of  us  are  nearing  the  time  for  retirement  to 
civil  life,  we  vow  that  Company  "C"  will  be  the  one  to  receive 
us  should  our  nation  again  need  our  services. 


D  ft  C  O  M  P  AN  Yftftl 


WE  are  all  entitled  to  a  silver  chevron  in  Company  "  D," 
some  to  three,  some  only  two,  and  a  few  entitled  to 
but  one.  The  older  men,  those  wearing  three  stripes, 
are  the  backbone  of  the  Company,  the  men  around  whom  the 
Company  was  built.  They  have  trained  men  for  foreign 
service  but  were  denied  the  honor  themselves.  They  trained 
the  part  of  Company  "D"  that  is  now  serving  in  Siberia. 
They  were  men  picked  for  their  ability  to  remain  at  home  and 
reorganize  the  Company.  The  balance  of  the  Company  is 
made  up  of  drafted  men  drawn  mostly  from  the  Western 
States  and  our  Captain  will  admit  that  although  we  were 
caught  in  the  draft  our  cold  never  went  to  our  feet. 

We  had  high  hopes  when  we  started  training  and  these 
were  about  to  be  realized.  We  were  willing  to  go.  We  were 
ready  to  go.  We  were  on  our  way.  Then  came  the  eleventh  of 
November,  the  Armistice  was  signed,  and  the  war  was  over. 
Our  hopes  were  shattered. 

We  cannot  write  in  grand  heroic  style  of  great  deeds  done 
in  France.  The  story  of  Company  "D"  must  consequently 
be  of  camp  life.  Our  training  began  with  close  order  drill,  and 
it  was  always  "Snap  out  of  it "  or  "Go  to  the  awkward  squad." 
We  were  transferred  and  retransferred  from  our  regular  squad 
to  the  awkward  squad  so  often  that  many  of  us  were  convinced 
that  we  would  soon  be  slated  for  permanent  membership  in 
the  latter. 

We  eventually,  however,  woke  up  and  began  our  practice 

292 


Company  "D"  293 

for  the  rifle  range,  undergoing  a  strenuous  drill  which  would 
show  results  when  we  came  to  the  firing  line.  It  was  "D" 
Company  which  led  the  division  at  the  range,  and  our  combat 
work  called  for  compliments  from  many  of  the  higher  officers. 
In  a  few  months  we  had  become  efficient  soldiers  and  were 
ready  to  go  to  France,  and  in  October  we  prepared  to  leave 
Camp  Fremont. 

We  marched  to  the  train  on  the  morning  of  October  twenty- 
second  and  in  three  minutes  were  all  aboard,  establishing  a 
record  for  the  loading  of  troop  trains.  It  is  a  well-known  fact 
that  when  records  are  established  in  the  regiment,  the  honors 
invariably  fall  to  Company  "D."  This  Company  has  the 
reputation  of  being  able  to  turn  out  with  a  neater,  cleaner, 
more  military  appearance  than  any  other  organization  in  the 
United  States  Army.  In  marching  and  keeping  a  straight 
line  old  "  D  "  has  them  all  backed  off  the  map. 

Everybody  knows  about  camp  life,  these  days,  or  has 
heard  about  it,  and  it  is  impossible  to  have  heard  of  camp  life 
in  the  army  without  having  heard  of  the  Twelfth.  Having 
heard  of  the  Twelfth  one  must  surely  have  heard  of  Company 
"D,"  as  everything  is  "D"  in  the  Twelfth. 

Although  we  never  reached  the  fighting  fields  of  France  we 
were  ready  and  willing  to  play  our  part  in  the  great  struggle. 
We  have  written  another  chapter  in  the  already  illustrious 
history  of  the  Twelfth,  a  chapter  of  which  we  may  be  justly 
proud,  going  through  that  trying  period  of  quarantine  and 
delay  with  a  spirit  that  leaves  no  doubt  that  had  we  been 
called  to  face  the  fire  of  the  foe,  we  would  have  acquitted 
ourselves  as  men  and  soldiers. 

All  honor  be  to  Company  "  D,"  the  Twelfth,  its  officers  and 
men,  and  a  million  more  like  them. 


E * C  O MPAN Y-frfrl 


'TTT\HE  Colonel's  own  Company." 

§  This  is  the  boast  of  the  boys  of  Company   "E," 

and  though  other  companies  in  the  Twelfth  may  dis- 
pute their  claim  of  being  the  best-drilled  and  the  most  efficient 
organization  in  the  Regiment,  the  men  of  Company  ''E"  are 
ready  to  have  the  Commanding  Officer  decide.  The  Com- 
pany's ranks  are  filled  with  the  broad-shouldered  six-footers 
of  the  Pacific  Coast,  coming  from  California,  Washington,  and 
Oregon,  with  a  scattering  from  other  Western  States.  The 
men  are  strong  for  the  Colonel,  and  why  not?  For  seven  years 
he  captained  the  outfit  and  for  seven  Christmas  dinners  he 
sat  with  them  in  the  mess  hall.  The  old  days  have  not  been 
forgotten,  and  when  the  Colonel's  name  is  mentioned,  it  is 
three  cheers  and  a  tiger  for  the  Commanding  Officer  of  the 
Twelfth  Infantry. 

Captain  William  Whittington,  our  Company  Commander, 
graduated  from  West  Point,  August  12,  1917.  He  was  assigned 
to  Company  "E"  as  a  First  Lieutenant  in  August,  1917,  and 
was  promoted  to  Captain  in  March  of  the  year  1918.  The 
successful  career  of  Company  "E"  may  in  a  large  measure 
be  attributed  to  the  hard  work  of  Captain  Whittington.  He 
worked  every  minute  for  the  interests  of  the  men  under  his 
command,  and  stands  high  in  the  estimation  of  his  men.  This, 
coupled  with  the  fact  that  assistance  of  the  strongest  kind  was 
given  by  a  corps  of  able  officers,  has  put  "E"  Company  at  the 
top  of  the  ladder. 

294 


Company  "E"  295 

Beaten  out  of  a  chance  to  show  their  mettle  in  the  World 
War  through  the  signing  of  the  Armistice,  the  men  took  up  the 
duties  assigned  to  them  with  the  same  vim  and  vigor  that 
characterized  their  training  on  the  Pacific  Coast.  A  backward 
glance  into  the  past  when  the  Company  drilled  in  the  blistering 
sun  with  heavy  packs  on  their  backs  at  Camp  Fremont, 
without  a  murmur  of  protest  explains  why  "E"  is  a  top- 
notcher. 

This  organization  was  aided  in  its  spurt  to  the  front  by  a 
splendid  corps  of  officers.  Lieutenant  Arthur  B.  Todd,  the 
ranking  Lieutenant,  joined  the  organization  at  Camp  Fremont, 
April  10,  1918.  His  wit  helped  make  many  a  long  mile  seem 
like  a  promenade.  Lieutenant  Todd  is  a  gloom  dispenser,  pure 
and  simple. 

It  is  with  a  great  deal  of  pleasure  that  we  introduce  Lieuten- 
ant Calvin  Heath,  the  second  ranking  Lieutenant.  He  guided 
and  led  his  men  as  if  they  were  his  own  sons.  Cuss  words  are 
not  in  his  vocabulary  and  a  complaint  against  the  Lieutenant 
is  never  heard.  " Absence  makes  the  heart  grow  fonder," 
and  when  Lieutenant  Heath  was  away  from  the  Company  for 
a  month,  there  was  a  loud  cry  to  get  him  back.  He  was  com- 
missioned November  27,  1917,  and  was  given  a  First  Lieu- 
tenancy September  n,  1918. 

Lieutenant  Lyall  D.  Webster,  joined  the  Company  on 
September  5,  1918.  He  is  an  athlete  of  marked  ability,  a 
ten-second  man,  having  competed  in  numerous  track  events 
and  winning  the  dashes  with  ease. 

Lieutenant  Fred  F.  Zimmerman  joined  the  Company  at 
Camp  Mills,  November  16,  1918.  He  was  with  the  Twenty- 
first  Infantry  prior  to  his  entering  the  Officers'  School  and  he 
carried  with  him  the  methods  of  the  Old  Army.  Members  of 
his  platoon  on  inspection  day  might  be  more  than  certain  that 
they  presented  clean  rifles,  but  after  Lieutenant  Zimmerman's 
eagle  eye  gave  the  piece  the  "once-over, "  the  report  was  likely 


296  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

to  be  "dirty  bore, "  and  it  carried  with  it  a  day  in  the  kitchen, 
helping  Mother  Higgins  scrub  up  the  pots  and  pans. 

Lieutenant  George  F.  Richardson,  Jr.,  another  graduate  of 
the  Fourth  Officers'  School  at  Camp  Fremont,  joined  the 
Company  at  Camp  Fremont  on  September  5,  1918.  Chris- 
tened "Mable"  by  the  men,  he  belied  the  name  by  sending  in 
daily  recruits  to  the  "Dizzy  Squad."  A  rifle  canted  an  inch 
back  or  in  front  of  the  line  made  a  candidate  eligible  for  this 
squad,  and  take  it  from  those  who  know,  the  awkward  or 
"Dizzy  Squad"  was  a  short  stay  in  Hell.  We  can  forgive 
"Mable"  for  sending  us  to  be  tortured  by  Corporal  Riley,  the 
terror  of  the  "Dizzy  Squad,"  for  in  after  years,  we  can  look 
back  and  say  that  it  was  in  the  rookie  squad  that  the  real 
manual  of  arms  was  taught. 

Corporal  Wesley  Riley  drilled  his  rookies  with  the  slogan 
that  they  would  either  make  good  soldiers  or  go  to  the  hospital. 
This  hard-boiled  son  of  Erin  was  entirely  devoid  of  mercy,  and 
he  drilled  the  rookies  until  their  tongues  lolled.  "Hit  the 
Deck"  Yorke  will  long  be  remembered  by  the  privates  of 
Company  "E"  for  didn't  he  prophesy  that  some  day  we  would 
all  wake  up  and  find  ourselves  in  the  Army. 

The  " Top  Kicker"  of  any  company  is  "some  punkins,"  and 
Sergeant  Samuel  Wright  can  lay  claim  to  being  about  the  best 
"Top"  in  the  Twelfth,  despite  plenty  of  competition.  Ser- 
geant Wright  was  a  strict  disciplinarian,  and  an  infraction  of 
the  rules  cost  the  offender  dear,  but  we  overlooked  his  severity 
for  he  could  take  that  Company  out  and  drill  it. 

Bunk  fatigue  was  always  a  popular  indoor  sport  with  the 
boys  of  Company  "E"  but  draw  poker,  black  jack,  and  craps 
had  many  followers.  Each  game  had  its  champion,  and 
"Poker"  Davis  deserves  the  sobriquet  which  came  with  him 
from  the  Coast.  Davis  could  run  a  shoe-string  into  a  fortune 
any  day  with  the  paste  boards.  In  the  next  cage,  we  have 
Daniel,  not  of  the  Lion's  den  fame,  but  just  plain  "  Dan"  from 


Sidelights 


Canine  instructors  give  lessons  in  scientific  tug-o'-war 


"Bat  the  Fanny" 


Grenade  artists  win  at  snowball 


Feller  hollers  "  Craps  "  and  takes  it  all 
away 


Duties  at  Southern  Camps 


Delousing 
plant  routs 
"Cooties" 


The  Twelfth  fights  fire  occasionally 


Company  "E  "  297 

Findlay,  Ohio,  and  one  of  the  kind  who  would  give  a  friend  his 
shirt  and  maybe  his  rifle. 

A  glance  at  the  barracks  at  Camp  Hill  (which,  by  the  way, 
ought  to  have  the  "i"  changed  to  "e")  will  show  the  boys  in 
their  respective  platoons.  The  cooks,  mechanics,  and  the 
office  help  held  down  the  bunks  in  the  first  platoon.  Little 
Sergeant  Sonners,  with  all  the  pep  of  a  banty  cock,  held  sway. 
He  is  an  Old  Army  man,  having  seen  years  of  service  in  the 
Orient,  and  it  is  rumored  that  Sonners  brought  Chink  Chandler 
back  with  him.  Sergeant  Rowe  acquired  the  laundry  job  here, 
and  it  nearly  cost  him  his  good  fellowship.  "My  laundry 
back?"  My  shirt  is  torn  and  three  buttons  are  missing." 
1 '  Where  is  my  O .  D .  handkerchief  ? ' '  These  and  a  million  other 
questions  nearly  changed  Sergeant  Rowe  from  a  pleasant  non- 
com,  into  a  dogged-faced  grouch. 

In  the  second  platoon  Sergeant  John  Parington  held  the 
guide  rein,  who  saw  five  years  of  service  in  Company  "E." 
Our  fighting  Corporal,  Lee  Rogers,  believed  in  maintaining 
discipline  with  the  gloves.  A  bed  away  from  Rogers  was  Cor- 
poral Schneider  who  spent  all  of  his  money  and  spare  time 
learning  to  play  stud  poker.  White-headed  Hansen  could 
take  care  of  his  bank  roll  and  was  always  good  for  a  touch  near 
the  last  of  the  month.  Ragnar  Sigtrig,  of  Iceland  if  you  please, 
was  the  banker  of  the  platoon.  All  moneys  found  their  way 
into  Sig's  pockets  and  he  doled  out  according  to  the  honesty  of 
his  creditors.  Supply  Sergeant  Fred  Eppler  enlisted  to  whip 
the  Mexicans,  served  his  time,  and  reenlisted  when  the  Lusi- 
tania  was  torpedoed. 

Sergeant  John  Brown,  of  Reno,  the  strong  man  of  the 
Company,  bore  the  distinction  of  being  the  best  boxer.  Lemley 
called  the  eggs  bad  and  Brown  said  they  were  good.  Result: 
Lemley  was  forced  to  beat  a  hasty  retreat  from  the  mess  hall 
with  Brown  in  pursuit. 

Corporal  Henry  Haas,  bayonet  instructor  of  the  Regiment, 


298  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

saw  service  in  the  Philippine  Islands,  and  many  an  hour  we 
whiled  away  listening  to  tales  from  the  land  of  Gugu. 

"Comedy  Ham,"  known  also  as  Sergeant  Hamburger,  is 
one  of  the  striking  characters  of  the  Regiment.  Ham  has 
lived  up  to  his  name,  and  is  a  ray  of  sunshine. 

Sergeant  Fred  Bagley,  Company  Clerk,  always  obliging, 
and  ready  to  lend  a  hand  in  securing  the  much-sought-for  pass, 
is  voted  the  unanimous  thanks  of  the  Company. 

Mess  Sergeant  Klein  knocked  our  eyes  out  with  his  Thanks- 
giving and  Christmas  turkey  dinners. 

Little  Sergeant  Nickerson  enjoys  the  distinction  of  being 
the  only  soldier  in  the  Regiment  without  dependents  who 
made  an  allotment. 

There  are  many  other  good  fellows  whose  names  should 
have  appeared  in  this  story,  but  lack  of  space  prevents  our 
mentioning  them. 

When  we  are  old  and  gray,  we  shall  look  back  with  pride 
to  the  days  when  we  were  soldiers  in  Company  "E."  Let  us 
not  drift  too  far  apart,  but  keep  up  the  friendships  with  our 
pals.  Good-bye,  and  good  luck  to  the  boys  of  Company  "E." 

FIGHTING  IN  THE  PHILIPPINES 

The  Villamore  brothers  and  their  gang  of  Insurgents  were 
bad  actors.  So  bad  in  fact  that  Uncle  Sam  ordered  the  Twelfth 
Infantry,  then  stationed  in  the  Islands,  to  drive  them  out  of 
the  country  or  cut  them  down.  Company  "E"  played  an 
important  role  in  this  campaign  under  the  command  of  First 
Lieutenant  Alfred  Aloe,  now  Colonel,  and  Commanding  Officer 
of  the  Twelfth  Infantry.  Many  lively  brushes  with  the  enemy 
ensued,  and  although  greatly  outnumbered,  "E"  Company 
always  saw  through  the  tricks  of  the  treacherous  Insurgents, 
and  whipped  them  handily  in  a  score  of  engagements.  Com- 
pany "E"  fought  nineteen  battles  in  twenty-six  days,  and  in 


Company  "E"  299 

the  last  engagement  at  Moncada,  Lieutenant  Aloe  was  severely 
wounded. 

Nine  days  was  the  time  allotted  for  this  Company  to  turn 
the  trick,  but  they  found  the  going  so  rough  that  nine  months 
passed  before  they  returned.  Company  "E"  was  originally 
stationed  at  Tarlac,  Luzon.  They  were  ordered  to  Illocos 
Norte.  Padre  Aglapi  was  in  command  of  the  Insurgents.  San 
Nicolas  and  Bador  were  the  points  where  Company  "E"  was 
stationed.  Daily  actions  with  the  Insurgents  followed.  The 
most  serious  of  these  conflicts  happened  at  Magambique,  Luzon, 
in  which  fifty  men  of  "E"  Company  stood  off  and  whipped  to 
a  standstill  six  hundred  Insurgents,  killing  a  great  number  of 
them,  and  scattering  the  rest.  During  this  fight,  "E"  Com- 
pany lost  two  men  killed  and  four  were  wounded.  Private 
Menduka  was  shot  through  the  head  and  Corporal  Kennedy 
was  wounded  in  the  left  shoulder.  The  fight  lasted  ten  hours 
and  fifteen  minutes.  The  Company  also  stood  off  a  severe 
night  attack,  killing  many. 

The  Company  then  changed  bases,  going  to  Moncada  where 
they  again  were  busy  cleaning  out  the  Insurgents.  Many  of  the 
enemy  with  large  stores  of  rifles  and  revolvers  were  captured. 
It  was  at  this  point,  during  a  night  attack,  that  Lieutenant  Aloe 
was  severely  wounded.  The  Insurgents  had  cut  the  railroad 
here  and  they  attacked  in  force.  The  men  of  Company  "E" 
conducted  themselves  with  great  gallantry  and  effectiveness 
throughout. 


AS  Company  "F"  includes  a  number  of  men  who  took 
part  in  the  operations  on  the  Mexican  border,  its 
history  begins  at  that  point. 

On  June  17,  1916,  our  Company  was  called  out  on  a  raid  to 
Aravaco  ranch.  The  bandits  had  been  very  active  at  this 
point;  so  of  course  we  thought  we  should  have  some  fun  before 
returning.  We  scouted  all  over  the  place  but  didn't  have  any 
luck.  Much  to  our  disgust  the  Mexicans  were  all  gone  and 
since  we  could  not  cross  the  border  we  were  obliged  to  return 
to  camp. 

Things  went  along  very  smoothly  for  us  for  about  a  month 
after  this  trouble,  and  then  along  came  Villa  stirring  up  dis- 
content on  the  Mexican  side  of  the  border.  The  people  in 
a  little  mining  town  west  of  Nogales  became  alarmed;  so 
twenty-five  Company  "F"  men  were  sent  down  there  as  a 
guard.  This  trip  was  also  uneventful. 

"F"  Company  of  course  could  not  content  itself  with  being 
the  best  in  the  Regiment  (as  evidenced  by  the  number  of  raids 
we  were  sent  on)  but  must  also  show  the  other  companies  that 
it  was  better  at  sports.  Our  baseball  team  was  the  best  on 
the  border.  Then,  for  fear  that  they  would  think  we  were 
no  good  when  it  came  to  indoor  sports,  we  turned  around  and 
showed  them  all  up  at  the  good  old  game  of  blackjack. 

Another  thing  our  Company  excelled  in  was  bayonet  fight- 
ing, even  staging  a  bout  for  the  entertainment  of  General 

Pershing.     But  for  the  sake  of  the  other  companies  we  shall 

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Company  MF'  301 

refrain  from  lauding  ourselves  too  much;  after  all,  they  were 
worthy  opponents. 

The  winter  of  1916  was  spent  in  Nogales  and  was  unevent- 
ful, with  nothing  much  to  do  but  take  the  morning  exercise 
and  mount  guard.  This  continued  until  the  first  part  of  May. 
One  day  "Attention"  was  called  in  the  mess  hall  and  Lieu- 
tenant Ferris  imparted  the  information  that  the  Regiment  was 
going  to  San  Francisco.  After  the  Lieutenant  had  left  a  great 
howl  went  up;  then  you  could  hear  the  buzz,  buzz,  of  voices. 
Some  thought  that  the  move  would  be  a  good  one,  while  others 
were  just  as  positive  that  it  would  be  for  the  worse.  The  Com- 
pany had  been  here  so  long  that  the  men  were  beginning  to 
regard  it  as  their  home;  so  it  was  with  a  peculiar  mixture  of 
feelings  the  next  evening  that  we  boarded  the  west-bound  for 
San  Francisco. 

We  arrived  at  the  Presidio  and  made  it  our  home  until 
January.  During  this  month  we  were  ordered  to  pack  our 
troubles,  including  our  clothes  and  equipment,  into  a  neat 
little  roll  and  prepare  for  a  hike  to  Camp  Fremont,  thirty-one 
miles  away.  This  outing  occupied  three  days. 

New  recruits  arrived  and  with  them  hard  work  for  us. 
Since  it  was  war  time  anything  was  justified  which  would  hasten 
the  training  of  the  men,  and  the  new-comers  certainly  "snapped 
into  it. "  Suffice  it  to  say  that  they  lived  up  to  the  reputation 
of  the  Company,  and  were  ready  to  go  overseas  in  August. 
Now  came  the  Siberian  Expedition.  While  the  Company 
itself  was  not  taken  as  a  unit,  many  of  the  boys  were  chosen  to 
go,  and  all  seemed  anxious  to  be  taken.  Some  of  the  N.  C.  O.'s 
even  wanted  to  be  reduced  in  rank  so  that  they  could  take 
their  places  in  the  overseas  force.  To  those  who  remained  fell 
the  lot  of  training  the  present  Company  "F." 

Now  came  the  rookies.  They  arrived  in  camp  at  five  in  the 
morning  and  after  a  preliminary  examination,  an  event  never 
to  be  forgotten,  were  marched  over  to  the  Casual  Camp, 


302  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

that  Heavenly  Paradise.  There  they  were  received  with  such 
pleasant  greetings  as :  "Welcome  to  our  Camp, "  "Where  do  you 
rookies  come  from  ?  "  "  Look  at  their  ears ! ' '  And  much  more 
in  the  lighter  vien. 

There  we  received  our  first  army  equipment,  our  mess  kit 
and  blankets,  and  first  saw  the  speed  and  effectiveness  of  the 
army  Q.  M.  department.  Just  a  few  gentle  commands  did  it 
all.  "Go  into  that  door  and  keep  to  your  right."  "Here, 

this  way,"  "  D it,  can't  you  understand  plain  English,  move 

on,  move  on,  and  get  out  of  here."  About  an  hour  later  we  were 
all  equipped  and  ready  to  start  our  first  lesson  in  the  art  of  war. 

It  seemed  to  us  at  this  time  that  we  had  hit  the  hard  rocks 
of  life  but  it  did  not  take  us  long  to  realize  that  we  were  very 
fortunate  in  being  placed  in  "F"  Company,  because  it  made 
this  hard  period  a  little  easier  to  bear.  We  soon  knew  that  we 
had  in  Captain  Whitiker  a  Company  Commander  who,  while 
insisting  upon  the  strictest  obedience,  was  absolutely  fair  and 
just.  We  realized  that  any  trouble  brought  to  him  would  be 
judged  fairly  and  upon  its  merits.  Our  luck  did  not  stop  here 
for  we  were  just  as  fortunate  in  our  Platoon  Commanders; 
Lieutenants  Johnson,  Wenner,  and  Lange  were  just  the  sort  of 
men  that  one  would  gladly  follow  "Over  the  Top." 

First  Sergeant  Townsend  was  gruff  but  cheerful.  We  could 
count  on  "Our  Top"  giving  us  all  the  help  that  we  were  en- 
titled to.  Sergeant  Burney,  big  and  happy,  was  always  ready 
to  do  all  in  his  power  to  see  that  the  boys  were  outfitted  right 
and  kept  that  way.  Many  a  time  he  could  be  found  late  at 
night  working  in  the  supply  tent. 

Sergeant  Bray,  Sergeant  Ponomarenko,  Sergeant  Hadley, 
and  Sergeant  Iwinski,  our  Platoon  Sergeants,  we  thought  at 
times  were  very  harsh;  but  we  soon  changed  our  minds.  We 
came  to  realize  that  they  would  do  anything  in  reason  for  us. 
Space  does  not  permit  us  to  mention  all  of  our  non-commis- 
sioned officers.  They  have  our  respect  and  confidence;  for  it 


Company  UF'  303 

is  to  the  untiring  efforts  of  these  officers  and  non-commissioned 
officers  that  the  success  of  our  Company  is  largely  due.  We 
can  understand  and  appreciate  now  just  what  a  hard  thing  it 
was  to  make  trained  soldiers  out  of  green  rookies  within  the 
short  space  of  three  months. 

These  were  hard  days  for  most  of  us;  for  we  made  many 
mistakes  and  often  played  the  game  ''Around  that  tree  and 
back  to  me."  One  time  on  the  south  side  drill  grounds  Ser- 
geant Iwinski  of  the  Second  Platoon  tried  hard  to  keep  Fat 
Gordon  from  laughing  in  ranks.  There  was  a  fairly  steep  hill 
not  far  from  where  the  Platoon  was  drilling  and  Fat  was 
caught  laughing  several  times,  even  bursting  out  aloud.  The 
Sergeant  got  slightly  warmed  up  and  gave  Fat  a  last  chance, 
saying,  "Fat,  if  you  laugh  again  I  will  double  time  you  around 
that  tree. " 

Finally  the  Sergeant  halted  the  Platoon  and  happened  to 
look  around  and  there  on  the  hill  was  an  army  cart  with  a  mule 
hitched  to  it.  The  mule  found  out  that  the  load  was  just  a 
little  heavier  than  he  cared  to  pull,  so  he  stopped  right  there 
and  would  not  go  an  inch  farther.  Six  men  were  shoving  the 
cart  up  the  hill  while  the  mule  was  pushing  down.  The  mule 
won.  Fat  was  excused  for  laughing. 

Many  little  incidents  appeared  quite  serious  at  the  time; 
but  we  can  look  back  upon  them  now  with  a  smile. 

In  conclusion  we  wish  to  say  that  there  is  only  one  thing 
of  which  we  are  truly  sorry;  that  is,  that  Company  "F, "  our 
Company,  did  not  get  the  chance  to  prove  itself  upon  the 
battlefields  of  France  and  thus  add  some  more  glorious  pages 
to  its  already  splendid  history. 


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OUR  outfit  assembled  on  the  installment  plan.  The  ori- 
ginal contingent  was  recruited  by  way  of  the  Casual 
Camp;  and  a  second  increment  from  Camp  Lewis, 
consisting  largely  of  men  drafted  from  the  states  of  California, 
Washington,  and  Oregon,  proved  to  be  a  welcome  addition. 
Then  came  another  detachment  from  the  Casual  Camp. 
These  several  contingents  placed  us  at  war  strength,  but  the 
inevitable  transfers  to  the  D.  B.  and  other  departments  made 
another  increment  necessary.  A  transfer  of  recruits  from  a 
Depot  Brigade  at  Camp  Lewis,  for  the  most  part  boys  who 
had  just  passed  twenty-one,  but  who  still  had  all  the  attributes 
of  a  prospective  soldier,  furnished  this. 

The  Army  game  is  a  case  of  survival  of  the  fittest,  and  by 
the  time  we  had  reached  Camp  Mills,  our  personnel  was  con- 
siderably reduced  again.  To  strengthen  man  power,  a  number 
of  Casuals  who  had  left  their  own  outfits  to  recuperate  from 
illness  were  attached  to  the  Company.  Since  these  men  had 
been  handicapped  by  long  illness  and  inaction,  they  were 
somewhat  behind  the  game,  and  they,  therefore,  put  in  some 
overtime  with  Weimer.  What  Weimer  was  unable  to  explain 
in  his  usual  vociferous  language  he  illustrated  with  a  round 
trip  to  convenient  trees.  These  men  insist  that  Weimer  sees 
trees  when  there  are  no  trees  and  they  frequently  made  vain 
searches  on  the  double, — at  high  port.  Doubtless  this  had  its 
value  for  the  recuperation  of  convalescents,  but  its  advantages 
to  those  involved  were  not  immediately  apparent. 

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Company  "G"  305 

The  early  days  of  our  intensive  training  with  all  its  dis- 
illusionment, hard  work,  and  trying  occasions,  were  a  repeti- 
tion of  what  the  entire  Regiment  experienced.  But  through  it 
all  we  gained  in  knowledge  and  manhood  and  we  felt  a  secret 
pride  in  knowing  that  physically  and  in  other  ways,  we  were 
men  enough  to  do  things  for  which  thousands  of  others  have 
no  qualifications.  Despite  the  cosmopolitan  character  of  our 
army,  it  revealed  us  as  we  were,  and  placed  such  of  us  as  sur- 
vived the  strain  on  a  basis  of  equality.  And  sweeter,  as  the 
days  go  by,  shall  grow  the  memories  of  our  friendships  in 
Company  "G"  with  real  men;  men  who  we  know  would  go  to 
Hell  with  us  or  for  us.  Perhaps  we  could  not  always  fathom 
the  motive  for  every  order  and  restriction,  yet,  as  we  look  at 
it  now,  in  retrospection,  we  can  see  that  it  all  made  for  the 
best  interests  of  the  Service.  It  might  not  have  always  been 
pleasant  to  hear  Captain  Jones  say,  "  Sergeant,  take  this  man's 
name, "  for  a  mere  speck  of  rust,  or  it  might  not  always  have 
been  mirth-provoking  to  spend  our  week-ends  in  the  kitchen 
with  Sergeant  Ball ;  still  we  know  now  that  hardships  like  these 
were  necessary  for  maintaining  discipline.  We  cannot  com- 
plain of  injustice;  our  officers  were  no  respecters  of  persons. 
We  do  not  regard  them  as  infallible,  Caesars  or  Napoleons,  or 
Grants,  but  we  do  know  that  they  were  big-hearted,  well- 
intending  men  who,  themselves  soldiers,  expected  us  to  be  real 
soldiers  in  every  sense  of  the  word. 

We  do  not  apologize  for  not  going  across;  in  four  months, 
by  hard  work  and  persistent  endeavor,  we  reached  a  degree  of 
efficiency  which  is  rarely  achieved  in  less  than  nine  months. 
No  slackers  would  have  told  their  Colonel,  what  we  told  ours, 
—and  we  meant  it  every  word,  in  the  depths  of  our  souls — , 
that  we  were  willing  to  drill  continuously,  with  only  one  object 
in  view,  to  do  our  part  in  making  the  world  safe  for  Democracy. 
It  was  not  given  us  to  fight  for  Liberty  "Over  There,"  but 
future  enemies  of  civilization  can  count  on  old  "G"  Company 


306  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

and  the  entire  Twelfth  for  the  damnedest  fight  they  ever 
dreamed  of. 

We  are  not  only  willing,  but  we  are  fit,  and  propose  to  help 
maintain  the  glorious  traditions  of  the  Twelfth.  We  did  not 
enter  the  military  service  thinking  that  we  should  find  a  snap, 
nor  anything  resembling  a  rest  cure.  We  felt  that  with  us  it 
was  a  serious  business ;  our  Liberty,  our  Country,  and  our  very 
existence  were  imperiled.  We  were  not  looking  for  a  holiday; 
and  we  refused  to  magnify  any  imaginary  wrong.  All  this  has 
produced  a  certain  magnanimity  in  our  character.  The  milk 
of  human  kindness,  of  which  we  had  no  previous  realization, 
has  permeated  our  hearts  and  implanted  principles  of  brotherly 
love  that  will  make  the  world  a  better  place,  because  we  have 
lived  in  it,  and  especially  because  we  have  had  this  army 
training.  The  men  of  our  Company  and  Regiment  were 
selected  for  service  largely  because  they  constituted  the  indus- 
trial fabric  of  the  West.  Most  of  us  were  men  who  had  already 
found  their  place  in  the  world  and  we  had  a  large  representa- 
tion of  specialists.  Thus  the  training  of  our  civil  life  proved 
scarcely  less  useful  than  that  which  we  obtained  in  the  military 
camp.  Our  officials,  therefore,  reserved  us  for  a  show-down. 

Few  gold  brickers  or  pikers  " tried"  to  make  the  D.  B. 
We  had  a  genuine  interest  in  sports  and  all  athletics.  We 
furnished  the  divisional  ball  team  with  a  number  of  players, 
including  its  star  pitcher,  Sergeant  Brown,  and  at  every  boxing 
tournament  "G"  Company  was  well  represented.  We  were 
all  boxers  after  a  fashion,  and  we  had  in  Private  Aune,  known 
professionally  as  "Jack  Stanley,"  the  Regimental  Heavy 
Weight  Champion.  Jack  was  an  old-timer  of  some  repute  who 
had  mixed  it  with  some  of  the  top  notchers.  Scarcely  less 
known  were  young  Evine,  Shepard,  Vallon,  Casey,  Schumacker 
and  Weimer,  whose  services  were  all  available  at  their  re- 
spective weights.  Our  basket  ball  team  under  Sergeant  Casey 
made  an  excellent  showing,  and  played  several  interesting 


Company  "G"  307 

games.  While  track  meets  were  not  very  frequent  "G" 
Company  furnished  some  athletes  of  college  reputation  who 
gave  a  good  account  of  themselves. 

In  the  course  of  our  intensive  training,  we  unfortunately 
left  five  of  our  comrades,  Privates  Morse,  Ohm,  Woddard, 
Johnson,  and  Donald.  These  men  fell  victims  to  the  "flu," 
and  the  whole  Company  mourned  them  deeply.  While  we 
regret  their  untimely  deaths,  we  thank  our  able  and  conscien- 
tious medical  staff,  whose  attention  preserved  the  rest  of  us. 
The  practice  of  spraying  was  a  ticklish  proposition,  and  de- 
veloped a  few  ' 'hold-outs,"  but  its  ultimate  benefit  was 
apparent. 

And,  in  that  period  of  expectancy,  when  we  had  high  hopes 
of  scalping  the  Kaiser,  our  morale  was  good.  When  our  hopes 
were  finally  shattered  by  the  Armistice,  the  general  sentiment 
bordered  on  disgust,  and  as  we  began  doing  our  bit  at  fatigue, 
our  enthusiasm  almost  lapsed.  It  seemed  at  first  to  be  humili- 
ating. We  looked  upon  ourselves  as  fighters  and  we  believed 
that  such  work  should  be  given  to  the  labor  battalions.  But 
soon  we  saw  the  humor  in  the  situation!  It  afforded  oc- 
casions for  pie  buying  and  wood  rustling,  and  this  latter 
occupation  furnished  a  welcome  relief  to  the  tedium  of  a 
place  like  Camp  Mills. 

"G"  Company  stands  for  democracy  and  for  universal 
selective  service  as  the  only  fair  means  by  which  we  may 
practice  "safety  first." 


H  if  C  O  M  P  AN  YiVfrll 


THE  more  we  hear  of  the  good  things  everyone  has  to 
say  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry,  the  more  convinced  we 
are  that  what  we  always  maintained — that  the  Twelfth 
stood  head  and  shoulders  above  anything  in  the  land — was 
right.     And  as  "H"  always  had  the  reputation  of  being  the 
best  in  the  Twelfth,  which  is  saying  something,  and  saying  it 
truthfully,  we  must  tell  you  a  little  about  "The  Battery." 

Take  a  peep  at  the  official  records  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry, 
and  you  won't  find  mention  of  any  company  taking  part  in  the 
War  of  1812,  except  "H"  Company.  The  Wars  and  Battles 
in  which  "Aitch"  Battery  of  the  Twelfth  took  part  since  that 
time,  and  in  which  they  covered  themselves  with  glory,  have 
been  too  numerous  to  mention,  and  we  will  even  pass  up  men- 
tion of  the  part  they  played  in  the  Mexican  Retreat.  Since 
the  World's  War  started  away  back  in  1914  how  many  com- 
panies of  the  Twelfth  engaged  in  battle?  Only  two—  "Mili- 
tary I"  and  "Aitch"  Battery — in  the  memorable  Tin  Pan 
Battle  on  the  night  of  October  31,  1918,  and  it  is  a  cinch  to 
guess  who  the  conquerors  were.  The  fact  remains  that  since 
that  time  Sergeant  Brooks  has  a  hard  time  trying  to  spread  an 
honest  smile  on  his  face  whenever  he  meets  us. 

When  Major  General  Helmick  inspected  the  Eighth  Divi- 
sion, back  in  the  good  days  at  old  Camp  Fremont,  he  said  that 
it  was  the  finest  Division,  in  every  department  of  the  game, 
that  he  had  inspected.  He  ought  to  know  a  good  one  when  he 

saw  it  as,  up  to  that  time,  he  had  inspected  over  a  million  and 

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Company  "H'  309 

a  half  soldiers.  Why?  Because  the  other  regiments  of  the 
Division  were  trying  to  show  up  as  well  as  possible  alongside 
the  Twelfth.  And  when  the  Twelfth  hit  Camp  Mills  to  em- 
bark for  France,  Major  General  Shanks,  Commanding  General 
of  the  Port  of  Embarkation,  said  that  the  Twelfth  was  the 
finest  regiment  that  ever  landed  there,  and  he  ought  to  know. 
Why  did  the  Twelfth  make  such  a  fine  showing?  Because  all 
the  other  companies  of  the  Regiment  were  trying  to  show  up  as 
well  as  possible  alongside  "Aitch"  Battery. 

Office  work  at  Washington  got  too  stuffy  for  Major  General 
Helmick  and  he  told  the  boss  he  wanted  to  get  out  in  the  line. 
Secretary  Baker  offered  him  the  command  of  any  division  he 
might  choose — this  as  a  recognition  of  the  valuable  and  faith- 
ful services  he  had  rendered  the  Government — and  he,  without 
any  hesitancy,  chose  the  Eighth  Division  Regular,  which  was 
quite  natural.  And,  if  it  wasn't  for  A.  R.  and  par.  something 
or  other,  which  says  that  Generals  cannot  be  Company  Com- 
manders, we  would  bet  several  sous  that  he  would  have  chosen 
to  dominate  the  Orderly  Room  of  "  Aitch  "  Battery,  and  he 
would  thereby  have  cheated  Sherman  Kay  out  of  a  very 
pleasant  job,  and  that  individual  would  have  been  sent  to  a 
much  inferior  company. 

And  the  lucky  officer  is  our  friend  "Cap."  Anderson,  who 
has  just  returned  from  overseas.  As  he  was  one  of  the  few 
men  of  the  Twelfth  who  were  sent  over  to  France  to  look  over 
the  troops  there  and  report  to  Colonel  Aloe  how  far  the  Twelfth 
outclassed  any  on  the  other  side,  and  as  a  consideration  of  the 
hardships  he  endured  and  his  continued  enforced  diet  of 
"Hardtack  And, "  he  has  been  assigned  as  Chief  Mogul  of  the 
Battery.  They  generally  put  good  men  in  good  places. 

Let's  get  back  to  Fremont  and  recite  a  few  of  the  things  you 
all  know.  You  have  all  heard  about  the  time  Colonel  Taggart 
ordered  that  not  more  than  twenty-five  applications  for  trans- 
fer, per  week,  would  be  considered.  Men  of  other  companies 


310  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

were  putting  in  requests  for  transfers  to  "H"  Company  so 
fast  that  the  Colonel  didn't  get  time  to  bum  cigarettes  off  the 
Adjutant.  When  Colonel  Hagadorn  took  temporary  com- 
mand of  the  ship  Captain  Schively  had  to  beg  him  to  allow 
"H"  Company  to  do  its  own  police  duty,  as  the  Colonel  said 
that  such  a  fine  organization  should  not  be  allowed  to  do  such 
work.  And  when  Colonel  Aloe  took  over  the  reins,  the  first 
thing  he  did  was  to  call  "Top-Kicker"  Casey  Jones  over  to 
his  office  and  ask  him  how  the  Regiment  should  be  run. 
Ever  since  then  the  Colonel  has  been  running  the  Regiment  on 
the  same  principle  as  "Aitch"  Battery  always  was  run, 
and  he  has  developed  the  finest  Regiment  in  the  Army  out 
of  it. 

The  Colonel  likes  to  tell  of  Bulgaria  quitting  when  they 
heard  the  Eighth  Division  was  leaving  Fremont  to  go  to 
France;  that  Turkey  did  likewise  when  we  landed  at  Camp 
Mills  and  they  saw  we  weren't  fooling;  that  a  couple  of  days 
after  when  Austria  got  the  dope  she  laid  down,  but  the  fact 
of  the  matter  is  that  Kaiser  Willie  threw  up  the  sponge  when 
he  heard  that  "Aitch"  Battery  was  loading  on  the  Transports, 
because  he  knew  his  goose  would  soon  be  cooked. — And  don't 
let  anybody  try  to  tell  you  otherwise. 

And  we  won't  overlook  saying  a  few  things  about  our  en- 
listed men.  We  could  keep  on  telling  you  of  the  worth  of  the 
enlisted  men  until  this  book  was  half  filled — there  never  was 
a  bunch  of  soldiers  that  could  do  "Squads  East  and  West "  like 
these,  put  on  such  a  snappy  guard  mount  as  they  always  do,  come 
anywhere  near  the  record  they  made  on  the  Mayfield  Ranges,  or, 
in  fact,  hold  a  candle  to  them  in  any  department  of  the  game. 

Sergeant  Hardison  was  sent  to  France  as  Adviser  to  Major 
General  Helmick. 

"Daddy"  Papavasiliou  is  called  upon  regularly  to  cut  the 
Personnel  Adjutant's  hair,  as  no  one  else  can  do  it  just  as 
good. 


Snap  and  Pep 


Machine  Gunners  pass  in  review 


"  K  "  Company 
executes  silent 
manual 


Saturday 

morning 

inspection 


1 H  "  Company  parades 


One  of  the  Camp  attractions 


Colonel  Aloe 
attends 
the  opening 


Real  comfort 


Company  "H"  311 

When  the  Colonel  gets  the  idea  that  it's  about  time  to 
change  his  office  around,  or  have  some  improvements  made  in 
his  bungalow,  he  sends  for  Mechanic  Harry  Miller. 

When  the  Sergeant  Major  is  indisposed  Sarge  Hubbard  goes 
over  and  shows  them  how  formal  guard  mount  should  be  put 
on. 

When  the  Adjutant  wants  to  know  anything  about  Army 
paper  work  he  runs  over  to  "H"  Company  Orderly  Room  and 
gets  the  right  dope. 

When  Captain  Sargent  wants  to  put  "Demand"  and  "Sup- 
ply" on  speaking  terms  he  calls  in  Supply  Sergeant  Foshee  for 
advice. 

When  Sergeant  Major  Sylvester  cannot  find  anything  in 
that  filing  system  of  his  (which  is  often)  it's  a  cinch  he  can  find 
out  what  he  wants  by  calling  on  "H"  Company. 

When  Major  Mullins  plans  on  stepping  out  among  'em  for 
a  week-end,  Royal  Davis  is  the  boy  that  puts  them  nifty 
creases  in  the  Major's  "Sunday  Best." 

When  important  confidential  messages  are  to  be  delivered 
out  of  camp  "General"  Caruso  is  always  detailed. 

While  we  are  telling  you  about  our  outfit  we  don't  mean  to 
rub  it  into  members  of  other  companies.  We  realize  that 
everybody  couldn't  be  assigned  to  this  Company,  and  we  will 
do  the  right  thing  and  offer  our  sympathy  to  the  members  of 
all  other  companies. 

And,  Boys,  the  next  time  Uncle  Sam  has  a  little  difference 
to  settle  with  some  foreign  Potentate  and  you  feel  like  offering 
your  services,  you  want  to  get  your  name  in  early,  and  state 
your  preference  for  old  reliable  "Aitch"  Battery,  and  do  it 
quick  because  she  will  fill  up  fast.  Any  member  of  the  Battery 
at  this  time  will  tell  you  that  he  would  rather  be  No.  3  of  the 
Rear  Rank  in  a  squad  in  old  "H"  than  be  Chief  of  Staff  at 
Washington,  and  between  us,  we  admire  his  judgment,  because 
she  sho'  am  some  Battery! 


THAT  old  proverb,  "Variety  is  the  spice  of  life,"  seems  to 
have  been  exemplified  in  the  history  of  "I"  Company. 
One  of  the  Twelfth's  foremost  units  since  the  organiza- 
tion of  the  Regiment,  "I"  Company  has  had  a  varied  career. 
Everything  from  bucking  Mexican  bandits  on  the  Border 
to  chasing  negro  prisoners  around  the  labor  and  stevedore 
battalions  at  Camp  Alexandria  has  been  included  in  the  course 
of  duty.  And  between  acts  this  outfit  has  set  a  lively  pace  for 
its  brother  companies.  None  can  boast  of  cleaner  records. 
Registrar  of  better  than  average  records  on  the  rifle  range, 
holder  of  honors  for  competitive  close  order  drill,  including 
some  prize  gas  drill  artists,  generally  conceded  to  have  some 
of  the  best  "bayonet  faces,"  and  to  have  made  the  finest 
showing  in  competitive  bayonet  drill  are  some  of  the  facts  on 
which  "I"  Company  bases  its  claim  to  fame. 

When  you  look  into  the  "Makings"  of  this  company  you 
will  not  wonder  at  its  present  high  standing.  First  we  have,  of 
course,  Captain  B.  P.  Miller,  typical  Westerner,  hailing  from  the 
breezy  shores  of  Sunny  California .  As  the  men  would  have  it , "  he 
is  the  best  Captain  of  the  best  Company  in  the  best  Regiment. " 

Although  formerly  connected  with  the  Military  Police  at 
Camp  Fremont,  Captain  Miller  is  far  from  what  the  average 
doughboy  imagines  an  ex-M.  P.  would  be  like.  Obtaining  his 
first  military  training  in  the  Cadet  Corps  at  the  University  of 
California,  Captain  Miller  was  commissioned  Captain  in  the 
United  States  Army  at  the  second  Officer's  Training  School 

312 


Company  "I"  313 

held  at  the  Presidio  in  the  fall  of  1917.  Assigned  to  the  Eighth 
Division  at  Camp  Fremont  in  March,  1918,  Captain  Miller  was 
soon  a  full-fledged  member  of  the  Divisional  M.  P.  force. 
On  the  first  day  of  October,  1918,  he  came  to  this  Com- 
pany and  took  command  of  what  he  calls,  "The  Cream  of 
the  Eighth  Division."  Having  drilled  thousands  of  the  men 
who  have  won  their  spurs  on  the  Western  Front,  during  his 
varied  military  experience,  the  mark  which  Captain  Miller 
has  set  as  Company  Commander  is  not  surprising. 

Next  we  have  Lieutenant  Samuel  K.  Strickler,  who  has 
added  much  to  "I"  Company's  record  as  the  "Pathfinder  of 
the  Twelfth,"  through  the  fact  that  he  was  Regimental  Gas 
Officer  at  Camp  Fremont.  Indirectly  training  six  thousand 
men  in  the  art  of  wearing  the  gas  mask,  and  held  responsible 
for  the  final  showing  when  they  were  put  through  the  real  gas 
test,  Lieutenant  Strickler  proved  himself  one  of  "  I "  Company's 
principal  assets. 

Then,  too,  we  have  Lieutenant  Percy  L.  Menefee,  who  was 
commissioned  at  the  Second  Officers  Training  School  in  the 
same  class  with  Captain  Miller;  Lieutenant  Charles  J.  Cover, 
Jr.,  a  product  of  the  Fourth  Officers  Training  School  at  Camp 
Fremont  from  which  the  Eighth  Division  obtained  some  of  its 
best  officers;  and  Lieutenant  Alfred  A.  Williams,  who  left  his 
home  at  Long  Beach,  California,  in  the  early  spring  of  1916, 
and  hied  himself  to  the  Border  with  Company  "E,"  Seventh 
California  Infantry,  to  fight  the  bandits.  Lieutenant  Wil- 
liams received  his  commission  at  the  Fourth  Officers  Training 
School  at  Camp  Fremont  in  the  fall  of  1918. 

Through  their  faithful  and  efficient  work,  these  officers  have 
not  only  gained  the  respect  of  every  man  in  the  Company  but 
they  have  also  made  a  name  for  their  organization  as  one  of  the 
best  disciplined  and  most  thoroughly  trained.  All  the  officers 
are  athletes  of  no  mean  ability  and  at  odd  times,  especially 
after  the  discontinuance  of  the  intensive  training  schedule, 


3H  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

they  were  to  be  seen  instructing  the  men  in  the  arts  of  boxing, 
football,  basket  ball,  and  the  numerous  other  games  which  are 
so  popular  with  the  average  soldier. 

This  outfit  has  on  its  roster  First  Sergeant  Samuel  (Willie) 
Wilcox,  who,  as  Divisional  Bayonet  Instructor  at  Camp  Fre- 
mont, is  noted  for  having  turned  out  some  of  the  best  "bay- 
onet faces"  in  the  Division.  While  acting  as  Divisional  Bay- 
onet Instructor,  Sergeant  Wilcox  managed  to  find  time  to  aid 
in  putting  "I "  Company  on  the  map  with  a  supply  of  bayonet 
sharks.  He  is  the  youngest  first  sergeant  in  the  Regiment  and 
with  only  nineteen  summers  to  his  credit  has  proved  that  one  does 
not  have  to  be  an  old-timer  in  order  to  be  a  good  first  sergeant. 

Now  for  a  glance  at  the  ranks  of  "I"  Company.  Using 
as  a  foundation  for  the  future  Company  a  score  or  more  of 
the  well-trained  and  hardened  men  of  the  Old  Twelfth,  most  of 
whom  put  in  their  first  days  of  army  life  on  the  sunbaked  soil 
of  Arizona,  the  task  of  building  a  new  Company  was  begun 
early  in  the  spring  of  1918  when  the  selective  draft  was  in  full 
swing.  Receiving  its  share  of  the  broad-shouldered,  ruddy- 
cheeked  specimens  of  the  middle  and  far  Western  States, 
"I"  Company  had  a  hard-working  and  determined  outfit  of 
men  from  the  start. 

Leaving  nothing  unfinished  or  overlooked  during  the  inten- 
sive training  period  at  Camp  Fremont,  which  included  the 
summer  and  early  fall  of  1918,  the  Company,  more  than  once 
was  complimented  by  Colonel  Aloe  for  exceptional  work.  Of 
course,  the  path  of  the  new  Company  during  the  days  of  the 
hard  drill  was  not  always  strewn  with  flowers  and,  like  all  other 
outfits,  "I"  Company  had  its  disappointments  and  setbacks. 
But  an  organization  of  fighting  men  with  such  a  personnel  could 
not  be  discouraged  by  slight  difficulties,  and  although  in  some 
instances,  a  little  more  time  was  necessary  to  develop  some 
part  of  the  drill  schedule  to  the  required  standard,  once  the 
men  "saw  through  it"  the  rest  was  easy. 


Company  "I"  315 

Separated  from  the  other  companies  of  the  Regiment  about 
the  first  of  December,  1918,  when  the  Twelfth  moved  from 
Camp  Mills  to  Newport  News,  "I"  Company  was  assigned  to 
guard  Camp  Alexandria  which  was  principally  occupied  by 
negro  stevedore  and  labor  battalions.  Although  rather  dis- 
agreeable work  at  the  first,  the  Company  soon  settled  down  in 
its  new  quarters,  performing  its  duties  in  the  same  systematic 
manner  which  had  characterized  its  work  in  the  past.  When 
last  heard  from,  "  I "  Company  had  a  little  "White  "  settlement 
of  its  own  surrounded  by  nearly  six  thousand  colored  soldiers. 

In  the  person  of  "Phat"  Reed  this  Company  claimed  to 
have  the  largest  private  in  captivity.  "  Phat,"  who  tipped  the 
scales  at  235  when  he  first  came  into  the  army  now  pulls 
around  the  275  mark.  It's  pretty  well  scattered  at  that. 
"Phat"  took  his  trio  of  first  shots  at  Camp  Pike,  Arkansas,  in 
the  spring  of  1918.  He  joined  "I"  Company  at  Camp  Mills, 
coming  from  Camp  Merritt.  Captain  Miller  soon  discovered 
that  the  Company  was  always  overbalanced  with  "Phat's" 
presence  (either  by  his  weight  or  general  lack  of  knowledge  of 
the  manual  of  arms),  and  soon  after  the  Company  took  up 
quarters  at  Camp  Alexandria,  "Phat"  was  promoted  to  the 
kitchen.  "Phat"  is  head  dining-room  orderly  and  sees  to  it 
that  the  slum  is  distributed  among  the  doughboy  diners. 

Sergeant  Hickcox,  welter-weight  champion  of  the  Twelfth, 
finds  plenty  to  do.  At  odd  times,  the  sergeant  manages  to 
keep  in  training  by  taking  on  a  few  of  the  other  husky  lads  of 
the  Company.  Besides  being  a  champion  boxer,  Sergeant 
Hickcox  is  also  a  good  man  on  the  mat  and  has  often  discarded 
the  gloves  to  take  the  measure  of  some  would-be-champ. 

Edward  McCabe,  chief  cook  in  "I"  Company,  has  spent 
twenty-eight  of  his  forty-five  winters  in  the  United  States 
Army. 


K"    COMPANY   and  the    Twelfth    Infantry  were  or- 
ganized shortly   after    the    Revolution    like    a   few 
great  institutions  of  this  country,   along  about  the 
time  that  Sergeant  Mize  first  joined  the  army.     Sergeant  Mize 
is  now  on  furlough,  so  the  writer  will  have  to  come  down  to 

modern  times  and  Percy 
Wooster.  Wooster  is 
the  man,  as  all  the  world 
knows,  who  went  across 
the  Border  as  a  buck 
private  and  came  back 
in  the  garb  of  a  Mexican 
General. 

A  little  later,  the 
United  States  and  "  K  " 
Company  declared  war 
on  Germany. 

Wooster,  and  "K" 
Company  came  from 
the  Border  to  the  Pre- 
sidio of  San  Francisco 
in  June,  1917,  where 

",  ..along  about  the  time  Sergeant  Mize  first  joined  the  army  " 

they  kept  the  best  men 

and   sent   the   rest   out  to  organize   "K"   Company  of  the 
Sixty-second  and  Sixty-third  Infantries.     In  January,    1918, 

the  Company  was  ordered  to  Camp  Fremont  to  organize  the 

3i6 


Company  "K"  317 

8th  Division.  They  got  together  the  Eighth,  Thirteenth, 
Sixty- second,  and  Twelfth  Infantries,  a  few  artillery  regi- 
ments, machine  gun  battalions  and  what  not,  and  called  it 
the  "Pathfinder"  Division.  Why  it  was  named  this  is  still  a 
mystery,  for  the  path  to  France  was  never  found. 

Shortly  thereafter,  the  Company  was  filled  with  recruits  and 
soon  after  that,  Captain  Beckett  came.  This  batch  of  recruits 
were  put  through  all  the  mysteries  of  squads  right,  target  prac- 
tice, gas  drill,  and  were  learning  to  successfully  capture  Hill  492 
out  by  the ' '  trench  area, ' '  when  the  whole  batch  were  shipped  to 
Siberia.  This  left  six  officers,  forty  N.  C.  O.'s  and  one  private. 
This  private  was  K.  P.,  number  one  of  the  guard,  and  fatigue 
detail  all  at  once,  and  he  prayed  every  night  for  recruits. 

Finally,  Captain  Beckett  rounded  up  a  new  conglomeration 
of  recruits  at  the  Casual  Camp,  and  Sergeant  Weston  issued 
them  out  K-I2  buttons,  and  here  begins  the  story  of  the  present 
Company.  As  the  non-coms,  stood  on  the  side  lines  and  gave 
this  mob  the  double  O,  Sergeant  Bulander,  our  Company 
optimist,  asked  to  be  reduced  and  Sergeant  Carr  went  A.  W. 
O.  L.  They  said,  "It  can't  be  done! " 

Then  came  the  work.  As  first  call  for  reveille  echoed  out 
among  the  oaks  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  the  rookie  would 
meet  himself  going  to  bed  the  night  before.  Soon  the  recruit 
met  his  friends,  the  full  pack  and  the  gas  mask,  and  it  was 
about  this  time  that  Sonny  Thompson  and  his  gang  of  Okla- 
homa outlaws  wished  themselves  on  the  Company.  Every 
time  a  new  recruit  would  come,  the  officers  and  non-coms,  would 
have  to  haul  the  gas  masks  out  again  and  go  through  the  whole 
torture  once  more  themselves,  and  a  recruit  was  about  as  wel- 
come as  a  cat  in  a  bird  store. 

This  was  the  fly  swatting  era.  If  there  was  one  fly  in  the 
kitchen,  the  Battalion  Medico  would  call  the  Regimental 
Surgeon  and  his  staff.  They  would  look  over  the  scene  of  the 
crime  and  notify  the  Division  Surgeon  and  the  Chief  Sanitary 


318  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

Officer  and  they  would  call  the  Board  of  Health ;  and  the  Com- 
pany Commander  would  write  pages  of  explanation  and  deploy 
the  Company  in  "as  fly  swatters  guide  right"  and  there  was 
no  end  of  excitement. 

About  this  time,  the  Company  learned  to  handle  the  rake. 
The  rake  detail  was  liable  to  be  "called  to  rakes"  in  the  middle 
of  the  night  and  they  slept  with  their  clothes  on  ready  for  the 
alarm,  in  case  the  officer  of  the  day  should  find  a  burned  match 
in  the  Company  street. 

After  this  came  the  target  range.  It  was  about  this  time 
that  "K"  Company  began  to  loom  above  the  others  again. 
We  didn't  make  all  the  fives  we  wanted  to  make,  but  we  made 
enough  to  cause  some  of  our  neighbors  to  be  jealous. 

One  day,  the  Company  saw  Sergeant  Scribner  checking 
over  Service  Records  and  watched  Sergeant  Weston  paint  little 
A.  E.  F.'s  over  everything  and  the  secret  was  out — we  were 
bound  for  France. 

Finally,  "der  Tag"  came,  Corporal  Petrie's  squad  saw 
that  their  squad  leader  was  properly  dressed  and  equipped,  and 
we  boarded  the  train  for  Camp  Mills,  the  port  of  embarkation. 
We  went  through  California  and  the  sandy  states  to  Omaha. 
Sergeant  Scribner  was  especially  popular  with  the  girls  en 
route  and  was  kept  busy  writing  his  name  on  his  reserve 
rations  of  soda  crackers  and  handing  them  out  the  window. 

We  landed  at  Camp  Mills,  New  York,  and  drew  our  "tin 
hats"  and  everything.  After  two  days  of  physical  examina- 
tions, our  sailing  date  was  announced  as  the  next  day.  We 
emptied  our  straw  ticks  and  made  our  packs  and  said  good- 
bye to  the  United  States.  Some  of  the  Company  were  already 
aboard,  when  the  order  came  postponing  the  departure,  twenty- 
four  hours. 

And  then  the  little  Jew  newsy  breezed  down  our  Company 
street  yelling,  "No  more  War-ho! "  and  we  knew  the  thing  had 
fizzled.  The  A.  E.  F.'s  on  our  boxes  stood  for  "After  Every- 


Company  "K"  319 

thing's  Finished."  Corporal  Burke  pocketed  the  passenger 
list,  and  Sergeant  Hicks  laid  in  stores  for  a  cold  winter. 

When  we  think  of  Camp  Mills  we  think  of  quarantine. 
When  we,  as  recruits,  came  to  Lewis  we  were  put  in  quarantine. 
Then  we  were  sent  to  the  Fremont  Casual  Camp  and  we  went 
in  quarantine.  We  came  to  the  Twelfth  Infantry  and  were 
put  in  quarantine.  And  then  we  went  on  the  target  range 
which  was  the  same  thing  as  quarantine.  Measles  sneaked 
into  our  midst,  and  the  Twelfth  was  put  into  quarantine  and 
after  that  the  whole  of  Fremont  was  quarantined  for  the 
"Flu."  Humphries  remarked,  "What  are  they  trying  to  do 
— train  us  to  be  jailbirds?  "  We  looked  forward  to  France  and 
liberty.  Finally  we  struck  Mills  and  the  grandest  quarantine 
of  all.  For  three  weeks  we  never  saw  the  outside  world.  It 
was  the  last  straw. 

Corporal  Burke  didn't  seem  to  mind  the  quarantine,  how- 
ever. He  said  he  didn't  want  to  go  to  New  York  anyway. 

Finally  we  shook  the  dirt  of  Mills  off  our  feet  and  boarded 
the  U.  S.  S.  Siboney  for  Newport  News,  Virginia,  and  landed  in 
Camp  Stuart. 

Camp  Stuart  was  a  brief  period  of  boiling  mess  kits  which 
had  never  learned  to  boil.  Here,  to  our  joy,  the  officers  went 
on  K.  P.  At  one  time  Sergeant  Hicks  came  running  up  to  the 
"Top"  and  said:  "Have  you  seen  Lieutenant  Sheffey?" 
Scribner  scratched  his  head.  "What  do  you  want  him  for?" 
"I'm  supposed  to  have  six  K.  P.'s  and  Lieutenant  Sheffey 
was  supposed  to  be  boiling  mess  kits  but  beat  it!" 

We  have  now  moved  to  Camp  Casino  among  the  coal  piles 
and  docks,  niggers  and  "gobs. "  Our  duties  now  are  all  guard 
and  the  hard  drills  of  the  past  are  only  memories. 

But,  among  other  things,  "K"  Company  was  famous  for 
the  "Silent  Manual."  At  the  blast  of  a  whistle  we  would 
execute  everything  from  Present  Arms  to  Parade  Rest,  much 
to  Captain  Beckett's  delight.  Even  the  Mosquito  Fleet 


320  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

learned  this.  In  this  connection,  the  writer  cannot  resist 
telling  about  Private  Yandell.  We  were  coming  along  the 
street  the  other  day  and  he  was  on  guard.  A  policeman  blew 
his  whistle,  but  Private  Yandell  didn't  think  what  he  was  do- 
ing until  he  had  executed  the  last  movements  of  Parade  Rest. 
However,  the  Company  is  now  trained  in  everything. 
Even  the  old-timers  will  admit  this.  And,  after  all,  the  Com- 
pany was  part  of  the  "increasingly  superior  numbers"  which 
caused  Germany  to  surrender.  In  these  last  few  strenuous 
months  lifelong  friendships  have  been  formed  and  we  will 
always  cherish  the  memories  of  "K"  Company  in  the  World 
War  for  Democracy. 


AT  the  time  Company  "L"  was  at  the  Presidio  of  Mon- 
terey, California,  in  1913,  it  was  commanded  by 
Captain  M.  M.  Keck.  On  January  i,  1914,  Company 
"L"  moved  to  the  Presidio  of  San  Francisco. 

As  a  unit,  its  stay  was  short,  for  on  February  29,  1914,  the 
second  platoon  was  ordered  to  Fort  Rosecrans,  San  Diego,  for 
guard  duty  at  the  Mexican  Internment  Camp.  There  it  was 
attached  to  "M"  Company. 

On  April  10,  1914,  the  first  platoon,  with  the  rest  of  the 
Twelfth,  left  the  Presidio  for  field  service  in  the  hills  back  of 
Mayfield,  California,  and  while  camped  there  were  ordered  to 
the  Border.  They  returned  to  the  Presidio,  packed  up,  and 
entrained  on  April  22d,  arriving  at  Nogales,  Arizona,  on  April 
27,  1914.  The  second  platoon  rejoined  the  rest  of  "L"  Com- 
pany during  the  following  year  and  Nogales  was  its  home  for 
three  years  and  one  month.  During  most  of  this  time  it  was 
commanded  by  Captain  S.  A.  White.  While  stationed  here 
it  acquired  Sergeant  Gates  from  the  Twentieth  Infantry,  Ser- 
geant Bennett  from  the  Coast  Artillery,  Sergeants  Pankov, 
Seals,  Morrison,  Williams,  Cooks  Lane  and  Wigstadt,  Buglers 
Parkin  and  Farry,  Mechanic  Turek,  and  many  other  previous 
service  men  and  recruits  who  are  no  longer  with  the  Company. 

During  this  time  the  Company  was  often  called  out  to  pro- 
tect the  Border  from  encroachment  by  hostile  bands  of  Mex- 
icans who  were  attempting  to  take  Nogales.  One  of  these 
incidents  ended  in  a  three-cornered  fight  between  General 

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322  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

Callies'  Army,  Villa's  Army,  and  the  Twelfth  Infantry,  in 
which  "L"  Company  lost  one  killed  and  two  wounded,  one  of 
the  latter  being  Sergeant  Gates.  During  the  engagement  the 
Company  was  commanded  by  Lieutenant  Donnemiller. 

May  21,  1917,  saw  the  return  of  the  Company  to  the  Pre- 
sidio of  San  Francisco  where  it  went  into  camp  on  the  Exposi- 
tion Grounds.  Here  it  was  first  commanded  by  Lieutenant 
A.  C.  Gillam,  later  by  Captain  B.  G.  Ferris,  and  finally  by 
First  Lieutenant  Roy  Sloan. 

On  June  I,  1917,  the  Regiment  was  divided  into  three  parts, 
"L"  Company  forming  the  nucleus  of  the  "L"  Companies  in 
the  new  Sixty-second  and  Sixty-third  Regiments. 

While  at  the  Presidio  Sergeants  Miskell  from  the  Eighth; 
Lucas,  from  the  Sixteenth;  and  Thurston  from  the  Second, 
joined  the  Company,  with  many  others  who  had  enlisted  for  the 
duration  of  the  war.  Of  these  Corporals  Hynes,  Ownes,  Paul- 
sen,  Sansome,  and  Miskovsky  are  still  with  us. 

At  the  time  Camp  Lewis  was  being  organized,  the  Company 
sent  nine  sergeants  to  train  men  sent  there  from  the  first  draft. 

On  January  2,  1918,  Company  "L"  left  the  Presidio  for 
Camp  Fremont  and  after  a  memorable  hike  arrived  there  on  the 
sixth.  During  the  remainder  of  the  winter  the  members  of 
the  Company  spent  their  time  in  attending  various  specialist 
schools  in  preparation  for  the  recruits,  who  were  to  bring  it  to 
full  strength.  During  this  time  those  men  who  had  been  at 
Camp  Lewis  returned  to  the  Company. 

Early  in  May  eighty  men  inducted  and  drafted  from  South- 
ern California  were  received  from  Fort  McDowell.  Then 
followed  weeks  of  the  hardest  drill  and  study.  The  new  men 
soon  won  the  respect  of  all  by  their  willingness  to  work  and 
learn.  These  recruits  progressed  rapidly  through  close  order 
drill,  gas  and  rifle  range  instruction,  bayonet  and  grenade 
practice,  802  in  the  hills  back  of  Stanford  University,  and 
various  other  specialist  schools. 


Sports 


"G"  Company  rivals  Egyptian 
pyramid  builders 


Captain  Miller  bats  for  "I"  Company 


About  to  deliver  a  package 


Bayonet  Fighting 


Bayonet  faces 


Short  Point ! 


Company  "L"  323 

About  the  first  of  August  the  Company  was  again  split  up. 
Several  non-commissioned  officers  and  practically  all  the  pri- 
vates available  for  duty  were  picked  to  go  to  Siberia.  Once 
more  only  a  skeleton  of  a  company  was  left  with  which  to 
begin  all  over  again. 

On  June  5,  1918,  the  fourth  draft  was  registered.  Recruits 
from  Oklahoma  were  sent  to  Camp  Fremont  where  they  de- 
trained August  13,  1918.  Here  they  were  in  training  for  two 
weeks  in  the  Casual  Camp  and  were  assigned  to  the  different 
companies  of  the  Twelfth  Infantry. 

Camp  Lewis  furnished  the  greater  part  of  the  recruits  to 
"L"  Company,  these  coming  from  the  Western  States, 
Washington  and  California  being  liberally  represented.  The 
first  "rookies"  from  these  States  landed  at  American  Lake, 
June  28th,  eighty  of  them  being  assigned  to  "L"  Company. 
Then  followed  long  days  of  hard  and  intensive  training,  which 
were  to  prepare  us  for  duty  overseas. 

The  story  of  "L"  Company  from  this  point  is  the  story  of 
the  Regiment.  From  Camp  Stuart  we  were  sent,  together  with 
"K"  Company,  to  guard  the  Debarkation  Docks  at  Newport 
News.  And  there  we  stayed.  We  watched  the  others  return 
from  the  glorious  battlefields  of  France  and  envied  them  their 
chance  to  play  an  active  part  in  the  greatest  drama  of  all 
time.  We  were  not  even  understudies — merely  stage-hands. 
But  stage-hands  are  as  necessary  as  leading  men;  though  we 
had  hoped  for  greater  triumphs,  our  satisfaction  has  come 
through  the  belief  that  we,  "L"  Company  of  the  Twelfth, 
have  done  our  humbler  duty  well. 


you  hear  me  down  there?  Can  you  hear  me  up 
there?  Do  you  know  what  the  Colonel  told  me? 
He  said  that  'M'  Company  is  the  best  company  in 
the  Regiment.  Do  you  know  what  I  told  him?  I  said,  'Sure 
we  are,  because  we  work  like  "  Hell "  all  the  time.' ' 

No,  ladies  and  gentlemen,  these  are  not  musical  mutterings 
of  a  maddened  maniac  nor  the  bright  banterings  of  a  barker  in 
a  side  show.  This  article  is  written  by  members  of  "M" 
Company  and  so  accustomed  have  we  become  to  the  above 
admonition,  that  arrangements  have  been  made  with  our 
former  doughty  captain  to  make  a  phonograph  record,  and  an 
order  has  been  placed  for  shipment  of  one  hundred  and  seventy- 
five  victrolas  to  the  homes  of  the  members  so  that  when  we  get 
that  wonderful  piece  of  paper  known  as  a  discharge,  we  can 
milk  the  cows  with  our  customary  pep  and  enthusiasm. 

Since  the  signing  of  the  armistice,  we  have  had  daily 
practice  in  coming  on  guard  and  executing  the  stationary  long 
thrust  with  the  pitchfork,  and  rumor  has  it  that  the  haystacks 
of  the  Pacific  coast  have  become  so  nervous  that  they  have  all 
fallen  to  pieces  and  some  of  them  have  even  spread  as  far  east 
as  the  Mississippi  River. 

But  seriously,  we  in  "M"  Company  are  proud  of  our 
growl.  We  are  proud  of  our  record  as  bayonet  fighters.  The 
only  test  that  the  Regiment  has  had,  that  would  approxi- 
mate the  determination  of  whether  or  not  we  were  real  men, 
fighting  men,  fit  to  take  our  place  among  the  heroes  of  Europe, 

324 


Company  "M"  325 

has  been  in  bayonet  work.  In  this  it  is  admitted  on  every 
side  that  "M"  Company  excels.  So  when  "H"  Company 
boasts  of  its  exceptional  ability  in  the  execution  of  the  parade 
rest,  or  "K"  Company  claims  to  be  the  best  in  the  execution 
of  "side-straddle  hop,"  we  do  not  argue  with  them.  We  do 
not  admit  that  they  are  better  than  we  are  in  any  form  of  drill, 
but  what  is  the  use  of  arguing  over  little  things.  They  all 
claim  to  be  the  best  in  these  matters,  but  in  the  real  things  that 
count,  in  the  criterion  of  real  soldiers,  the  kind  of  soldiering 
that  determines  whether  or  not  we  are  real  fighting  men,  there 
is  no  one  place  that  denies  the  superiority  of  the  "  Growling 
M's." 

In  First  Lieutenant  Welch,  we  all  feel  that  we  have  a 
friend  and  fatherly  adviser.  He  is  not  essentially  a  military 
man,  but  he  makes  up  for  any  lack  of  strict  military  demeanor 
by  a  combination  of  ability  and  good  sense  that  inculcates 
in  his  men  a  feeling  of  respect  and  absolute  confidence.  Dis- 
cipline with  him,  in  the  ordinary  sense  of  the  word,  is  not 
necessary  because  his  orders  are  always  obeyed  for  the  simple 
reason  that  they  are  always  fair,  always  just,  and  always  right. 

In  Lieutenant  Wood,  we  claim  to  have  the  real  military 
officer  of  the  Twelfth  Regiment.  Despite  the  fact  that  his 
shoulders  are  only  decorated  by  a  gold  bar,  there  is  not  a  man 
in  "M"  Company,  who  would  not  take  his  word  over  that  of 
a  majority  of  the  captains  of  the  Regiment.  To  him,  soldier- 
ing is  second  nature.  He  is  one  of  the  few  men  in  the  infan- 
try who  were  commissioned  direct  and,  despite  the  fact  that 
he  did  not  have  the  advantage  of  a  three  months'  course  from 
the  International  Correspondence  School  in  how  to  be  a  shave- 
tail, there  is  nothing  in  the  military  world  that  he  does  not 
know.  He  is  exceedingly  strict.  He  knows  what  discipline 
means  and  he  enforces  it.  But  no  one  objects  to  taking  orders 
from  a  man  whom  he  respects  as  a  gentleman  and  an  officer. 

At  the  present  time,  ' '  M  "  Company  is  sadly  split  up.     One 


326  Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 

of  our  platoons  is  at  Hampton  guarding  an  Old  Soldiers'  home. 
Originally,  it  was  thought  that  they  were  going  over  to  guard 
a  number  of  particularly  dangerous  general  prisoners  who  had 
made  the  boast  that  they  could  not  be  kept  in;  so  the  com- 
mander planned  to  send  over  the  third  platoon.  But  when 
later  it  was  found  that  the  guard  was  over  a  number  of  old 
crippled  soldiers  who  could  not  even  move  without  the  aid  of 
a  wheel  chair,  he  sent  over  Sergeant  Anthony  and  the  second 
platoon. 

The  new  "  M  "  Company  was  built  up  around  the  nucleus  of 
about  fifteen  sergeants  all  of  whom  have  served  two  or  three 
enlistments  and  most  of  whom  have  been  under  fire  on  several 
occasions.  They  have  been  in  the  army  so  long  that  it  has 
come  to  be  home  to  them  and  their  duties  have  come  to  be 
second  nature.  They  know  how  to  soldier  and  how  to  teach 
others  to  soldier.  Any  measure  of  success  that  we  have  at- 
tained has  been  due  to  their  efforts. 

The  first  platoon  has  a  sergeant  who  can  find  absolute 
happiness  in  a  visit  from  the  mail  man.  When  Sergeant 
McLaughlin  receives  one  of  those  dainty  little  missives  from 
San  Jose,  the  platoon  drills  in  first  class  shape — movements 
are  executed  with  a  snap  and  precision!  But  let  that  post- 
master fall  down  on  the  job  for  a  few  days  and  we  all  become 
Johns.  That  first  finger  comes  into  play  and  the  Sergeant 
starts:  "I  know,  I  know.  You  can't  tell  me." 

The  second  platoon  is  under  the  guidance  of  the  fighting 
Dodder  of  whom  we  have  spoken  above.  The  third  platoon  is 
led  by  Sergeant  Boyer  who  is  known  to  his  men  as  the  squar- 
est  shooter  in  the  Company.  He  is  a  real  man,  with  a  world 
of  experience,  who  takes  his  soldiering  seriously  and  who  is 
willing  to  do  anything  himself  that  he  asks  his  men  to  do. 
The  leader  of  the  fourth  platoon  is  Sergeant  Moore  who  is  a 
real  Southern  gentleman.  He  knows  his  drill  by  heart  and  be- 
lieves in  winning  the  friendship  as  well  as  the  respect  of  the  men. 


Company  "  M" 


327 


One  of  the  favorite  forms  of  sport  in  "  M  "  Company  is 
the  good  old  game  of  craps. 

We  have  four  star  shooters.  They  were  so  anxious  to  give 
the  boys  plenty  of  craps  that  they  sent  to  New  York  for  an 
especially  nice  pair  of  dice.  But  one  fair  evening,  they  got 
their  hands  twisted  and  some  one  discovered  that  it  was  im- 
possible to  throw  a  seven  without  a  point  lower  than  a  four 
on  the  dice.  So  they  reformed, — and  at  the  last  report  they 
were  organizing  a  checker  tournament  at  the  Y.  W.  C.  A. 

LET   US    GROWL 

We  have  drilled  hours  under  a  boiling  sun 

Week  after  week  with  a  pack  and  gun, 
Listened  to  the  lament  of  "Shorty,  Red  or  Sam" 

Swallowed  the  "Work  like  hell"  nor  found  it  sham, 
Growled  at  the  bayonet  work  with  a  face  fit  for  Hell, 

Said  things  that  here  I  dare  not  tell; 
Yes,  rolled  our  packs  right,  wrong,  long  and  short, 

Played  "stingaree"  for  an  hour  and  called  it  sport. 
Seen  men  fall  under  the  weight  of  their  load 

Faint  from  the  heat  and  dust  of  the  road. 
We  have  read  the  bulletin  on  the  wall 

And  felt  our  hopes  for  freedom  fall. 
BUT  MORE;  We  are  better  men  than  when  we  left  the  "Local  Board." 


OFFICERS  AND  MEN  WHO  HAVE  DIED  RECENTLY  IN 
THE  SERVICE  OF  THE  TWELFTH  INFANTRY 


CAPTAIN 
Walter  Hellmers 


Daniels,  John 
Davis,  Ferd  M. 
Ellena,  Giuseppe 
Haas,  Leon 
Harrington,  Oscar 
Johnson,  William  R. 
Kelly,  Jack 
Little,  Stephen  D. 
McDonald,  George 
Mackersie,  Alfred 
Morse,  William 
Ohm,  John 
Paulson,  Irving 
Quoidbach,  Ipolite 
Rodgers,  Joseph 
Rooker,  Ernest  W. 
Sheffield,  Oscar  G. 
St.  Clair,  George  E. 
Thompson,  William  A 
Wilcox,  Chester  M. 
Willey,  Ernest  N. 
Woodard,  George 


FIRST  LIEUTENANT 
Eugene  B.  Carroll,  Chaplain 


SERGEANTS 
Barton,  Joseph 
Bostwick,  Fred  E. 

COOK 
Young,  Arthur  C. 

MECHANIC 

Schmidt,  William 


CORPORALS 
Culhane,  George  Joseph 
Thompson,  George 


PRIVATES 
Baker,  Johnnie  E. 
Carothers,  Roy  E. 
Cooper,  Robert  V. 


Roster  of  Officers  and  Men  of  Twelfth 

U.  S.  Infantry 

1918-1919 


329 


Headquarters   Company 

CAPTAIN 
EMMETT,  MILTON  W.f  Kellogg,  Idaho. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 

COMBS,  WILLIAM  H.,  HERRON,  PAUL  A., 

Haines,  Alaska.  c/o  A.  G.  O.,  Washington,  D.  C. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 

ELDRIDGE,  JAMES  C.f  BYRD,  LINCOLN  M., 

Powell,  Wyoming.  R.  P.  D.  No.  3,  Bartlesville,  Okla. 

MCALLISTER,  HAROLD  A.,  MOORE,  RALPH, 

Downers  Grove,  111.  c/o  A.  G.  O.,  Washington,  D.  C. 

REGIMENTAL  SERGEANT  MAJOR 

GRAHAM,  JAMES  H.,  458  Exchange  Street,  Rochester,  New  York. 

REG.  PERS.  SERGEANT  MAJOR 
SYLVESTER,  WESLEY  D.,  R.  F.  D.  No.  10,  Box  440,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

BN.  SERGEANT  MAJORS 

GRAHAM,  LUCIUS  H.,  WILLIAMSON,  RAYMOND  C., 

175  Newbury  St.,  Boston,  Mass.  I2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 

ORR,  THOMAS  P.,  Lemoore,  Calif. 

FIRST  SERGEANT 
WISOTZKEY,  DANIEL  P.,  Williamsport,  Pa. 

COLOR  SERGEANTS 

TOMES,  HENRY  J.,  CAVANAUGH,  PATRICK  A., 

1246  Baldwin  Ave.,  Detroit,  Mich.  655  Beech  St.,  Pottstown,  Pa. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
FAULKENDER,  EVERETT,  Brookfield  Departments,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 
PICCHETTI,  ATTILIO,  33  Santa  Theresa  St.,  San  Jose",  Calif. 

STABLE  SERGEANT 

JOHNSON,  GRANVILLE  E.,  504  East  Caswell  St.,  Kinston,  N.  C. 

33i 


332 


Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 


SERGEANTS 


ANDERSON,  VICTOR  E., 

266  Stark  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
BARD,  CHARLES  B., 

637  Hamilton  St.,  Harrisburg,  Pa. 

BOYD,  FRANK, 

Clarkston,  Wash. 

BATEMAN,  HOWARD  S., 

421  S.  3d  St.,  Albuquerque,  New  Mex. 

CLEAVER,  HILARY, 

Sonora,  Ky. 
DEAL,  HAROLD  R., 

1219  Oak  St.,  Alameda,  Calif. 
DEGEN,  WILLIAM  A., 

1718  St.  Charles  St.,  Alameda,  Calif. 
DRIVER,  FORREST  H., 

Milan,  Ohio. 

GRAF,  JOHN  V., 

Winters,  Calif. 
GREEN,  WILLIAM  J., 

Glenhurst,  Tregrehan  Mills,  St.  Austell, 

Cornwall,  England. 
HAYSLIP,  RALPH  S., 
Pomona,  Calif. 

WOOD,  JOHN 


HANSEN,  OTIS  E., 

1130  W.  88th  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

HEALEY,  SIMON  P., 

662  Ninth  St.,  San  Bernardino,  Calif. 

HEALOW,  FRANK  L., 

28  Avenue  "  B, "  Billings,  Montana. 

HUGHES,  CHARLES  D.  T., 
Elaine,  Wash. 

MCLEAN,  JOHN, 

Mingo  Junct.,  Ohio. 

MILLER,  WILLARD, 
Uniontown,  Pa. 

ROBBINS,  BRUCE  S., 
Maston,  Pa. 

SEWELL,  FRANK  C., 

333  E.  Victoria  St.,  Santa  Barbara.Calif. 

SHIPSMAN,  MARCUS, 

2759  Roxbury  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

WEJMAR,  ARTHUR  F., 
Turlock,  Calif. 

WICHLACZYNSKI,  JOHN  A., 

2141  West  I8th  St.,  Chicago,  111. 
R.,  Holden,  Utah. 


CORPORAL  BUGLERS 

CARLISLE,  WILLIAM  G.,  HALE,  ERNEST  C., 

U.  S.  I2th  Infantry.  Station  "D,"  St.  Joseph,  Mo. 

WILCOTT,  FRED,  Sawtelle,  Calif. 

CORPORALS 


BOYD,  NEIL  T., 
R.  Route  Ai,  McLouth,  Kans. 

COLLINS,  ALLEN  J., 

2275  Harrison  Ave.,  San  Diego,  Calif. 

COX,  SAMUEL, 

Lehi  City,  Utah. 
CHRISTY,  HERBERT  E., 

525  Turk  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
DICKINSON,  WILLIAM  H., 

4107  Brooklyn  Ave.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
DI  CORTI,  ANGELO, 

2253  Fifteenth  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
ELWELL,  ANDREW  H., 

313  Walnut  St.,  Santa  Paula,  Calif. 
FARMER,  RALPH  M., 

Harvard,  Nebr. 
FARVER,  PERU, 

Academy,  Okla. 
FLEURRY,  THEODORE, 

Spokane  Hotel,  Spokane,   Wash. 


FULLER,  HIRAM  C., 

1754  Santa  Clara  St.,  Santa  Clara,  Calif. 
GARLOCK,  ROWLAND  L., 

402— I4th  St.,  S.  W.  Puyallup,  Wash. 
GROSSI,  ANGELO, 

1186  Pacific  Ave.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
HATFIELD,  FREDERICK  H., 

2219  D  St.,  Bellingham,  Wash. 
HEALEY,  THOMAS  J.  S., 

507  Sanchez  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
HEDBLOM,  ERIC, 

Fairfield,  Montana. 
JOHNSON,  DAVID  T., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
JONES,  IVOR  A., 

235  North  6th  St.,  San  Jose",  Calif. 
KECK,  HERMAN  H., 

348  Victoria  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
KIMBO,  WILLIAM, 

Piedmont,  South  Carolina. 


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CORPORALS  (Continued) 

KENNEDY,  WALTER  R.,  NETTLETON,  CHARLES, 

1714  Boren  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash.  Murphy,  Idaho. 

LAWSON,  ARTHUR  S.,  PETZOLD,  EDWARD  J., 

Seward  Hotel,  Seattle,  Wash.  1647  McAllister  St., San  Francisco.Calif. 

McDOUGALL,  FRED,  POWELL,  WEBB, 

Victorville,  Calif.  2125  Washington  Ave.,  Des  Moines,  la. 

MACLENNAN,  CHESTER  D.  N.,          ROBINSON,  WILLIAM  L., 

627  West  8ist  St.,  Seattle,  Wash.  Winters,  Calif. 

MADSEN,  CARLISLE  B.f  ROYER,  LUTHER  R., 

263  West  5th  St.,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah.          Dillard,  Douglas  Co.,  Ore. 

MARTIN,  JOHN,  SKINNER,  EDWARD  A., 

Morrison,  Okla.  2026  Oakland  Ave.,  Piedmont,  Calif. 

MARTINSON,  GUSTAVE  F.,  SMITH,  WM.  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Edmonds,  Wash.  925  Geary  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

McGEE,  FRED,  SPRINGER,  SIDNEY, 

Douglas,  Ariz.  Record  at  Em.  Hosp. 

MOE,  IVER,  THOMPSON,  JOSEPH  B., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Spanway,  Wash.  3766  Howe  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

NAVONE,  CHARLES,  TURPEINEN,  HJALMER  V., 

2113  Terry  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash.  Box  638,  Bessemer,  Mich. 

NEAL,  OTTO  L.,  WARD,  IGNACIO  E., 

1402  Cleveland  Blvd.,  Caldwell,  Ida.  1805  Buena  Vista  Ave.,  Alameda,  Calif. 

WILLIAMS,  COYD  R.,  Catawba  St.,  Lancaster,  S.  C. 

MECHANICS 

ANDERSON,  JULIUS,  HENRIKSON,  FRANK, 

816  North  Unit  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash.  801  Columbia  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

GELDMACHER,  EDWARD  M.,  WILLIAMS,  BERT  J., 

Sunland,  Calif.  1340  Madison  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

COOK 

BURKE,  GORDON  A.,  MABRY,  WILLIAM  R., 
704  Centennial  St.,  Webb  City,  Mo.  Hayden  Junction,  Ariz. 

CLARK,  GEORGE,  ROSE,  HARRY, 
702  East  3d  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif.  Pocatello,  Idaho. 

DORSETT,  PAUL  R.,  YEAMANS,  HARRY  J.f 
Wellington,  Kansas.  240  North  Main  St.,  Napa,  Calif. 

WAGONERS 

CRISTINA,  TONY  R.,  TARPLEY,  EDGAR, 

905  South  8th  St.,  San  Jose",  Calif.  Collinsville,  Texas. 

TOWNER,  EMMETT  E.,  Box  151,  Grandview,  Idaho. 

BAND 

ASSISTANT  BAND  LEADER 
O'BRIEN,  CLEMENT  C.,  646  Kentucky  St.,  Lawrence,  Kansas. 

BAND  SERGEANTS 

BRAZINSKI,  PETER  A.,  NAGEL,  FRANK  A., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry.  3°7  N.  William  St.,  Ludmgton,  Mich 

KRATZ,  CHARLES,  STEIN,  SOL  E. 

Dubuque,  Iowa.  Hayden,  Arizona. 


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BAGGS,  CLARENCE  A.,  LsGRO,  WILLIAM  E., 

179  North  i8th  St.,  San  Jos<§,  Calif.  Reedley,  Calif. 

COSNER,  AARON  J.,  SCHARF,  RALEIGH, 

Temple,  Arizona.  508  W.  i35th  St.,  N.  Y.  C.,  N.  Y. 

KEACH,  GEORGE  M.,  WENTZ,  GEORGE  M., 

Fredericktown,  Mo.  Danville,  Va. 

MUSICIANS— FIRST  CLASS 

FLINT,  FRANK  C..  NICOLAS,  FRANK, 

6  Clay  St.,  Hartford,  Conn.  493  North  igth  St.,  San  Jose1,  Calif. 

KONCAL,  JOSEF,  OLESKEY,  JOHN, 

1662  Blue  Island  Ave.,  Chicago,  111.  R.  F.  D.  No.  6,  Northeast,  Penn. 

LARSEN,  NILES  P.,  WETMORE,  HARRY  W., 

3524  Morgan  St.,  Seattle,  Wash.  c/o  Dr.  C.  T.  Wetmore,  Hercules,  Calif. 

MUSICIANS— SECOND  CLASS 

BAPTISTE,  VICTOR,  MOUNTFORD,  FRANK  G., 

R.  F.  D.,  No.  I,  Box  43,  Merced,  Calif.  127  West  St.,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 

BROWN,  ZENITH  W.,  PUPARD,  MARCEL  E., 

Wasco,  Oregon.  1707  Geary  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

QUAGLIOTTI,  LOUIS,  175  No.  Spring  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

MUSICIANS— THIRD  CLASS 

ANTONI,  OLIMPIO,  GREGORY,  JAMES  H., 

749  Fillmore  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif.  514  North  G  St.,  Muskogee,  Okla. 

BAILEY,  FRANK  E.,  Jr.,  HAYES,  WILLIAM  J., 

South  Tacoma,  Wash.  Wallington,  N.  Y. 

BASKETT,  LESLIE  A.,  JELINEK,  LEON  W., 

Nezperce,  Idaho.  Crete,  Nebraska. 

BERUTTO,  EDWARD  A.,  JENSEN,  THORSTEIN, 

2132  Sutter  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif.  1543  Park  Ave.,  Bremerton,  Wash. 

BURKHOLDER,  JAMES  E.,  JONES,  WALTER  G., 

Georgetown,  Colorado.  Emerson,  Arkansas. 

COLLINS,  MYRON  D.,  KREISA,  CONRAD  F., 

1248  Valencia  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif.  260  Eighteenth  St.,  Merced,  Calif. 

DEL  GUIDICE,  ANGELO,  MURPHY,  ROBERT  E., 

looi  South  Halstead  St.,  Chicago,  111.  324  South  Plumas  St.,  Willows,  Calif. 

ERICKSON,  GEORGE  P.,  ROOT,  MERTON  L.F 

Idaho  Falls,  Idaho.  Athol,  Idaho. 

CARD,  PETER  W.,  STRALEY,  CLAY  A., 

Beresford,  S.  D.  1103  Brush  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

GARRAMONE,  FRANK,  WALKER,  VALENTINE  A., 

3312  N.  Broadway,  Los  Angeles,  Calif.  Palm  Ave.,  Livermore,  Calif. 

WRIGHT,  GEORGE  M.,  Koosharem,  Utah. 

PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 

APPLING,  ROBERT  E.,  BERGEY,  ELMER  L.  T., 

Creston,  Wash.  1137  W.  Prov.  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 

AREY,  BENJAMIN  R.,  BERNARD,  ORIS  E., 

Mountain  Ranch,  Calif.  Elk  Point,  South  Dakota. 


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BRUCK,  EARLE  L., 

941  West  soth  Place,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
BUNDY,  ALBERT  S., 

Yountville,  Calif. 
BURKE,  RALPH  E., 

219  South  Lilly,  Moscow,  Idaho. 
CARTER,  ROBERT  M., 

125  South  Maple  St.,  Casper,  Wyom. 
CLARK,  RICHARD  W., 

2029  Windsor Av.,  Salt  Lake  City, Utah. 
COCHRELL,  ALBERT  N., 

Fraser,  Idaho. 
COPELAND,  LIONEL  L., 

1123  East  8th  St.,  Oklahoma  City,  Okla. 

DECLERCK,  HENRY, 

c/o  San  Vincente  Lbr.  Co.,  Santa  Cruz, 

Calif. 
HOGG,  LENNIE  H., 

Hominy,  Oklahoma. 
JOHNS,  JOSEPH  A., 

2920   Q  St.,    Sacramento,  Calif. 
KENNEDY,  ROBERT  W., 

Box  175,  Campbell,  Calif. 
-KLEINE,  JOHN  O., 

Las  Animas,  Colorado. 
KROTINGER,  HARRY, 

Jerome,  Arizona. 
MAYER,  PAUL  G.  J., 

404  Federal  Bldg.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
McGLATHERY,  IVAN  H., 

McLoud,  Oklahoma. 
McLAUCHLAN,  WALLACE  H., 

1939  Twenty-fourth  Ave.,  Oakland,  Cal. 


MILLION,  PAUL  T., 

340  E.  Wash.  Ave.,  McAlester,  Okla. 
MURRAY,  JOHN  L., 

c/o   Keane    Miller,    Even    Cattle    Co. 

Roundup,  Montana. 
PECKENPAUGH, HAROLD, 

Ritzville,  Washington. 
POST,  CLINTON  R., 

Kirksville,  Mo. 
PROVO,  ISADORE  L., 

723  Columbia  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
QUACKENBUSH,  CHARLES  E., 

Bennett  Ave.,  Santa  Rosa,  Calif. 
RICHARDSON,  CHARLES  P., 

Ventura,  Calif. 
SCHUBERT,  EUGENE  F., 

5th  and  Main  Sts.,  Chico,  Calif. 
SLADE,  HAROLD  F., 

E.  1608— I2th  St.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
STEPHENS,  GEORGE  C., 

Box  222,  Arlington,  Ore. 
SWAYZE,  MICHAEL  D., 

Chadron,  Nebr. 
THOMPSON,  CARL, 

Box  64,  Cadogan,  Alberta,  Canada. 
WELCH,  HEBER  L., 

Lund,  Idaho. 
WIMMER,  WESLEY  W., 

Paso  Robles,  Calif. 
YEAZEL,  JOHN  O., 

East  Lynne,  111. 
ZIMMERMAN,  EARL  C., 

880  E.  Yam  Hill  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 


PRIVATES 


ACOSTA,  FRED  T., 

Hernandez,  Calif. 
ADAMS,  RUSSELL  A., 

Arroyo  Grande,  Calif. 
AITON,  HUGH  A., 

1240  Broadway  St.,  Alameda,  Calif. 
ALEXANDER,  CHARLES  R., 

Petaluma,  Calif. 
ALLDREDGE,  SAMUEL  H., 

2024  Eighth  Ave.,  East  Oakland,  Calif. 

ALLEN,  HUGH  C., 

Flat  Creek,  Tenn. 
ALLEN,  JOSEPH  S., 

Creston,  Wash. 
ALLEN,  RAYMOND  C., 

Clarkwood,  Texas. 


ALVITRE,  JOHN  P., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Salinas,  Calif. 

AMBORN,  ROLLA  C., 

123  West  5ist  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

ANDERSON,  LEONARD  R., 
Cotati,  Calif. 

ANDERSON,  MERRITT  H., 

Sherman   Island,   c/o  Geo.  H.   Smith, 
Antioch,  Calif. 

ANDREWS,  ROBERT  D., 

221  South  Helena  St.,  Spokane,  Wash. 

ANZAR,  REGINALD  V., 
San  Juan  Bautista,  Calif. 

ARANO,  FRANK, 

417  Lincoln  St.,  Watsonville,  Calif. 


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PRIVATES 

ARNELL,  WILLIAM  S., 

St.  Charles,  Idaho. 
ARNOLD,  WILLARD  O., 

2002  S.  ijth  East,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 
AUSTIN,  JOSEPH  S., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  9,  Box  89,  Decatur,  111. 
BALKOW,  FREDERICK  W., 

903  W.  Providence  Ave., Spokane,  Wash. 

BANCHERO,  HENRY, 

22  Clay  St.,  Napa,  Calif. 
BARTON,  ELGIN  L., 

614  East  Mohawk  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
BASUINI,  FRANK, 

956  Scott  St.,  Santa  Clara,  Calif. 
BECKMAN,  AXEL, 

Box  113,  Rose  Lake,  Idaho. 
BENNETT,  OTTO  E., 

Alpine,  Utah. 
BIRKLAND,  GUSTAV, 

R.  No.  i,  Box  177,  Poulsbo,  Wash. 
BOLER,  GEORGE  B., 

Darwin,  Calif. 
BOLLA,  ROMEO, 

336  Fremont  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
BORTON,  FRANK  S., 

Box  272,  Baker,  Ore. 
BOWEN,  WILLIAM  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Hollister,  Calif. 
BRADLEY,  GILBERT  S., 

Carralitos,  Calif. 
BRADY    WILLIS  R., 

Fairview,  Utah. 
BRICE,  WILLIAM  J., 

4234  Densmore  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
BRILLOS,  JAMIS  J., 

Yamos  Island,  Crete,  Greece. 
BULKLEY,  SAMUEL  L., 

Springville,  Utah. 
BULLOCK,  LEONARD  W., 

117  South  gth  St.,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 
BUTLER,  FRANK  W., 

Santa  Paula,  Calif. 
CALBERT,  RALEIGH  C., 

Brooklyn,  Wash. 
CALDWELL,  GEORGE  B., 

1006  E.  Roosevelt  St.,  Phoenix,  Ariz. 
CARR,  STEWART  C., 

Taft,  California. 
CAUDILL,  CHARLES  R., 

Box  325,  Pawhuska,  Okla. 
CHAPMAN,  Ray  E., 

523  Walnut  St.,  Pendleton,  Ore. 


(Continued) 

CHIONI,  JOHN  B.,  Jr., 

Healdsburg,  Calif. 
CHRISTENSEN,  ELWOOD  M., 

405  East  4th  N.,  Spanish  Fork,  Utah. 
CLARE,  WALTER  H., 

R.  F.  D.,  Manette,  Wash. 
CLARK,  WM.  M., 

Menan,  Idaho. 
CLARKE,  JOHN  T., 

Clearwater,  Idaho. 
CLERKIN,  PHILIP  J., 

2880  Folsom  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
COX,  WALTER, 

Waterloo,  Montana. 
CREWS,  JOHN  H., 

Biefer,  Lassen  County,  California. 
CROFTON,  WM., 

809  East  Grand  Ave.,  Everett,  Wash. 
CRUSON,  CLIFFORD  L., 

220^2  Grand  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
CUMMINGS,  THOMAS  J., 

351  Mission  Ave.,  San  Rafael,  Calif. 
CUNNINGHAM,  JAMES  L., 

American  Fork,  Utah. 
CURREN,  DORN, 

Jamestown,  Calif. 
CURRIER,  LESLIE  W., 

Box  361,  Fillmore,  Calif. 
CYPHERS,  FRANK, 

1078  Patton  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
D'AMICO,  GAINEY, 

1601  So.  Sheridan  Ave.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
DAVIS,  JESSE  T., 

Carey,  Idaho. 
DENEEF,  CHARLES  E., 

1350  Guerrero  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

DISPENSIERE,  JOSEPH, 

211  Camden  St.,  Newark,  N.  J. 
DONAHUE,  THOMAS  J., 

Box  262,  Port  Angeles,  Wash. 
DOWNING,  JOSEPH  W., 

1325  Lucas  Place,  Seattle,  Wash. 
DUCKERT,  OTTO  J., 

329  Sixth  St.,  Bremerton,  Wash. 
ELLIS,  ALONZO  H., 

Simi,  California. 
ELLIS,  WILBERT  J., 

San  Miguel,  Calif. 
ELTON,  LESLIE  A., 

1504  East  7th  St.,  Sedalia,  Mo. 
EMERTON,  GEORGE  W., 

Ballard  Station,  Seattle,  Wash. 


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337 


PRIVATES 

ERNST,  GEORGE  J., 

37  Lundy  Road,  San  Jose1,  Calif. 
ESPINOZA,  MIKE  V., 

206  East  N.  St.,  Colton,  Calif. 
EVANS,  GLEN  L., 

Wilder,  Idaho. 
FARNSWORTH,  DELBERT  A., 

Garland,  Utah. 
FARRELL,  EARLE  M.f 

4423  Thirty-first  Ave.,W.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
FINCH,  CLIFFORD  L., 

Port  Angeles,  Wash. 
FIRQUIN,  ROBERT  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Ventura,  Calif. 
FISCHER,  ANDY  V., 

Mokelumne  Hill,  Calif. 
FISK,  ROGER  L., 

Parma,  Idaho. 
FOTHERINGHAME,  JOSEPH  R., 

Box  8,  Oakland,  Calif. 
GANDOLFO,  LEWIE  E., 

Box  344,  Sonora,  Calif. 
GARZONI,  TONY, 

Concord,  Calif. 
GILLIS,  JOSEPH  W., 

King  Hill,  Idaho. 
GLADIN,  JOHN  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Appleton,  Term. 

GONZALVES,  MANUEL  P., 

911  Fifty-second  Ave.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

GOULD,  CLARENCE, 
Council,  Idaho. 

GRAHAM,  ALBERT, 

24  Main  St.,  Mt.  Morris,  N.  Y. 

GRAHAM,  GEORGE  W., 
Holly  Tree,  Alabama. 

GRANT,  WALTER, 

115  South  I3th  St.,  Pekin,  111. 

HARRINGTON,  JAMES  P., 

4028  North  nth  St.,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 

HARRIS,  JOE  D.,  Jr., 

317  E.  Park.  St.,  Anaconda,  Deer  Lodge, 
Mont. 

HARTMANN,  GEORGE  B., 
60 1  North  ist  St.,  San  Jos6,  Calif. 

HEINE,  DALE  M., 

1518  N.  Spurgeon  St.,  Santa  Ana,  Calif. 

HILDEBRAND,  OTTO  H., 

3020  So.  Cushman  Ave.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
HUNT,  EMMET, 

36  Bolton  Place,  Buffalo,  N.  Y. 


(Continued) 

JOHNS,  RALPH, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Decatur,  111. 
JOHNSON,  JOHN  M., 

Montborne,  Box  46,  Wash. 
JONES,  PRESTON  E., 

427  Stockton  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
JORGENSON,  JACOB  C., 

432  North  Hamlin  St.,  Chicago,  111. 
KAY,  JAMES  M.,  Jr., 

Fork,  Washington. 
KENT,  RICHARD, 

Marion,  Indiana. 
KINVILLE,  SAMUEL  A., 

2027  Argyle  St.,  Butte,  Montana. 
KRENIK,  ROBERT  F., 

1313  East  29th  St.,  N.  Portland,  Ore. 
LATIMER,  GEORGE  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Plaza,  Wash. 
LENNON,  RICHARD  A., 

478  North  8th  St.,  San  Jose',  Calif. 
LEWIS,  LEAVELLE  P., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Eupora,  Miss. 
MALCHAU,  WILLIAM, 

Port  Angeles,  Wash. 
MARAK,  STEPHEN  L., 

Atascadero,  Calif. 
MATTSON,  FREDERICK  W., 

3629  N.  Cheyenne  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 

MCALLISTER,  IVAN  c., 

Bemis,  Maine. 
McCLURE,  JOHN  A., 

c/o  Frank  H.  McClure,  Eureka,  Mont. 
McDANIEL,  JAMES  C., 

Hempwallice,  Arkansas. 
McDOUGALL,  ROBERT  H., 

116  Locust  St.,  Flushing,  N.  Y. 
MEEK,  FRANK  E., 

704  So.  Kimball  Ave.,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 
MELTON,  HARLAN, 

Route  No.  i,  Box  77,  Roseburg,  Ore. 
MENGALI,  GIORGIO, 

Rio  Dell,  Calif. 
MILLER,  ALLEN  T., 

Joyce,  Washington. 
MORGAN,  ALBERT, 

438  Cceur  d'Alene  St.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
MULVANEY,  JOHN  P., 

Tomales,  Calif. 
MURLEY,  DENFORD, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Montezuma,  Term. 
OHNSTAD,  HANS  M.  O., 

Frederick,  So.  Dakota. 


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PRIVATES 

O'ROURKE,  IVAN  D., 

1914  Summer  St.,  Eureka,  Calif. 
PARKER,  GRAFTON  R., 

South  Cle  Elum,  Wash. 
PARTELLO,  THEODORE  E., 

721  Fifth  Ave.,  E.  Oakland,  Calif. 
PICCHETTI,  HECTOR  J., 

33  Santa  Theresa  St.,  San  Jos6,  Calif. 
PORTER,  HOWARD  S., 

149  Elm  St.,  Meriden,  Conn. 
POTTER,  LEW  D.f 

3819  Bagley  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
RICHARDS,  EDWARD  W., 

Bishop,  Calif. 
RICHARDSON,  RALPH  E., 

Box  1361,  Goldfield,  Nevada. 
RYAN,  JERRY  E., 

689  Northrup  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
SANGWIN,  FRED  W.f 

205  Arana  St.,  Butte,  Montana. 
SCARLETT,  ASA  L., 

Susiun,  Calif. 
SCHOENE,  CHARLIE  A., 

Ritter,  Ore. 
SHEFFIELD,  OSCAR  G.  (Deceased), 

Rathdrum,  Box  6,  Idaho. 
SHEPPELMAN,  CHARLES  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Cropsey,  111. 
SHERWOOD,  FRANCIS  A., 

Coupeville,  Wash. 
SHERWOOD,  HOWARD  S., 

Nevada  City,  Calif. 
SLATER,  BERT  T., 

23d  and  Aloha  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
SMITH,  BERT  R., 

Route  J.,  Box  3270,  Fresno,  Calif. 
SNOW,  ROBERT  R., 

207  E.  Providence  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
STANSBERRY,  GEORGE, 

Bridgeville,  Humboldt  County,  Calif. 


(Continued) 

STARCK,  WALTER  H., 

2230  Filbert  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
STEWART,  BRYAN  G., 

Spanish  Fork,  Utah. 
STICE,  CECIL, 

Rutherford,  Calif. 
STONE,  BERRY  A., 

2626  West  64th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
STONE,  COLUMBUS  F., 

Mansfield,  Arkansas. 
STONE,  ROY  D., 

Madill,  Oklahoma. 
TAGTMEYER,  WILLIAM  F., 

Stover,  Mo. 

TAIX,  JOHN  L., 

1207  Morago  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
TAYLOR,  REYNOLDS, 

Nolan,  Texas. 
WALL,  SAM  J., 

Mathis,  Texas. 
WARNER,  EZRA, 

Spanish  Fork,  Utah. 
WATERHOUSE,  JOSEPH  E., 

Waterville,  Wash. 
WELLS,  HARVEY  L., 

Deeth,  Nevada. 
WEST,  CALVIN  C., 

Box  92,  Claremore,  Okla. 
WHITE,  PAUL  A., 

Kent,  Wash. 
WHITTEMORE,  DORRIS  R., 

Glendale,  Ore. 
WILLIAMS,  JAMES  B., 

Sacramento,  Calif. 
WYMAN,  LEROY  A., 

Oroville,  Calif . 
ZEIGLER,  RALPH  E.f 

Box  185,  Lone  Pine,  Calif. 
ZEMLICKA,  ALPHONSE  D., 

Ida,  South  Dakota. 


Machine  Gun  Company 


FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 


THOMAS,  WILLIAM  H.,  GORDON,  CLIFTON  R., 

2337  Eunice  St.,  Berkeley,  Calif.  500  Hayes  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

KELLY,  JAMES  E.,  NORBERG,  WALTER  L., 

U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O.  1019  North  Central  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 

BERGSTROM,  BERNHARDT  L.,  HOBBS,  CHARLES  F., 

El  Monte,  Los  Angeles  Co.,  Calif.  208  Clark  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANT  ATTACHED 
ARNOLD,  CHARLES  W.,  2430  Grant  St.,  Berkeley,  Calif. 

FIRST  SERGEANT 
BOGUE,  THOMAS  J.,  Soledad,  Calif. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
CARPENTIER,  FLUVIE  S.,  U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 
McLARNEY,  PETER  J.,  U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O. 

STABLE  SERGEANT 
HAWKINS,  JOSEPH  R.,  Malad  City,  Idaho. 

SERGEANTS 

JANSEN,  PETER  J.,  HOPSON,  OSCAR  G., 

U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O.  Popular  Bluff,  Mo. 

VAN  SANT,  AUGUST  F.,  BUTTON,  TOM, 

Sacramento,  Calif.  Pine  Valley,  Miss. 

ROGERS,  JASPER  C.,  ALLEN,  FOREST  C., 

26  Wise  St.,  Statesville,  North  Carolina.  Maramec,  Okla. 

KRZYKOWSKI,  STANLEY  J.,  WYLIE,  SAMUEL  H., 

Grand  Rapids,  Wis.  U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O. 

WOODS,  VERTIS,  THORNTON,  WILLIAM  S., 

Ft.  Branch,  Ind.  '  Mebane,  North  Carolina. 

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CORPORALS 


GIBSON,  ROSCOE  S., 

Williamsfield,  111. 
BODOH,  HARRY, 

Box  63,  Ramsey,  Mich. 
MURPHY,  EMMET  J., 

Jackson,  Calif. 
HANSEN,  ROY  C., 

1619  Woolsey  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
SHOCK,  CLYDE  L., 

Yerington,  Lyon  Co.,  Nev. 
SMITH,  LEO, 

c/o  Camp  No.  3,  Northland,  Mich. 

MCDONALD,  WILLIAM  E., 

2420  F  St.,  San  Diego,  Calif. 


ACKERMAN,  EDWARD  L., 

California,  Missouri. 
STEELE,  ALBERT, 

Ray,  Arizona. 
KASH,  OLIVER  W., 

1205  Va.  Ave.,  Joplin,  Missouri. 
MARSH,  VICTOR  W., 

8th  and  Cedar  Sts.,  San  Diego,  Calif. 
WILSON,  LANGFORD  R., 

1515  Mapleton  Ave.,  Boulder,  Colo. 
POWER,  ERNEST, 

Route  No.  2,  Yuma,  Arizona. 
BROWN,  ALBERT  L., 

1022  E.  gth  St.,  Owensboro,  Ky. 


COOKS 

CARROLL,  RICHARD  E.,  FUTCH,  JOHN  L., 

Harrisburg,  Ore.  Tampa,  Fla. 

KOEHLER,  ARNOLD  G.,  1009  North  Center  St.,  Joliet,  111. 


BUGLERS 


WHIPPLE,  CHARLES  A.,  Jr.,  ist  Cl., 
611  N.  Warren  St.,  Helena,  Mont. 


KOTTER,  VICTOR  M., 

Idaho  Falls,  Idaho,  R.  F.  D.  No.  4. 


MECHANICS 

CARPENTER,  JOHN  H.,  DONNELLY,  LAUGHLIN, 

363  S.  Lemon  St.,  Orange,  Calif.  506  W.  I45th  St.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

McMAINS,  SHUBLE  L.,  Cannelton,  Ind. 

HORSESHOER 

BOWMAN,  EILER  W.,  Boulder  Creek,  Santa  Cruz  Co.,  Calif. 

SADDLER 

LARSON,  VICTOR  A.,  c/o  Carl  Johnson,  Colman,  South  Dak. 

PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


ALLEN,  ELLESWORTH  L., 

Miles,  Iowa. 
AMOS,  HUBERT, 

121  E.  6oth  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
CAMPBELL,  GEORGE  W., 

Virgil,  Kansas. 
DAVIS,  CECIL  T., 

Latah,  Wash. 
DIMOCK,  GEDDES  O., 

1610  Brush  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
EKKER,  MARTIN, 

Mammoth,  Juab  Co.,  Utah. 
FARRIS,  ROBERT  N., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Lancaster,  Mo. 


HEASMAN,  CLARENCE  C., 
816  Third  St.,  Eureka,  Calif. 

HELME,  JOHN  C.  W., 

245  E.  4th  St.,  Long  Beach,  Calif. 

HENNIGH,  ROY  G., 

236  W.  So.  Temple  St.,  Salt  Lake  City, 
Utah. 

HILL,  OSCAR  E., 
Cosur  d'Alene,  Idaho. 

HOSKEN,  ALBERT, 
Roy,  Mont. 

HURLER,  CLARENCE  A., 
R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Sandy,  Utah. 


Machine  Gun  Company 


PRIVATES— FIRST 

JOHNE,  FRANK, 

Colton,  Whitman  County,  Wash. 
KEELER,  FRANK  H., 

Grangeville,  Ida. 
KING,  CHARLES  G., 

Entiat,  Wash. 

KNIES,  ARTHUR, 

4800  N.  I3th  St.,  Logan,  Philadelphia, 
Penn. 

LARGENT,  ROY  E., 
Colfax,  Washington. 

LERIE,  LOUIS  M., 
Elizabeth,  Penn. 

LIVINGSTON,  CHARLES  W., 

1282  W.  29th  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

LOPRESTI,  ANTHONY  F., 

842  Waller  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

MICHAEL,  LOY  A., 

1317  N.  22nd  St.,  Boise,  Idaho. 

MILLER,  WILLIAM  H., 

Gilroy,  Calif. 
MONROE,  CLINTON  C., 

2109  E  St.,  Eureka,  Calif. 

O'HARE,  CORNELIUS, 

Inspiration  P.  O.,  Miami,  Ariz. 

O'LEARY,  CERYL  V., 

437  S.  Crystal  St.,  Butte,  Mont. 

PARSONS,  GERNNARD  A., 

904  N.  Harrison  Ave.,  Pocatello,  Idaho. 

PATTERSON,  WILLIAM, 
Payette,  Ida. 


CLASS  (Continued) 

PENNINGTON,  EARL  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Clinton,  111. 
PEW,  WILLIE  L., 

U.  S.  A.,  care  of  A.  G.  O.,  Watseka,  111. 
POWERS,  JESSE  L., 

314  Knoblock,  Stillwater,  Okla. 
REED,  GEORGE  A., 

Salida,  Colo. 
SEAMANS,  HOWARD  L., 

904  S.  Grand  Ave.,  Bozeman,  Mont. 
SELF,  EDWARD  J., 

Camas,  Wash. 
SIMPSON,  NATHAN  C., 

Thomas,  Okla. 
SMITH,  MERRILL, 

Winona,  Ida. 
SPROUL,  FRED  C., 

1911  Evans  St.,  Cheyenne,  Wyo. 
STEWART,  JOHN  W., 

New  Albany,  Miss. 
THOMAS,  HOWARD  G., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Ceres,  Calif. 
TUCHEL,  BERT, 

Minier,  111. 
UTECH,  HERBERT  C.  A., 

Terry,  Mont. 
VITEK,  JOSEPH, 

5101  S.  Hermitage  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 

WELTER,  JOHN, 

Lockport,  111. 
WILLIAMS,  RUFUS  F., 

550  Arroyo  Drive,  Pasadena,  Calif. 


PRIVATES 


ANDERSON,  CHARLES  F., 

Box  44,  Woodland,  Ida. 
ARMSTRONG,  ROBERT  M., 

339    N.    Vermont   Ave.,    Los   Angeles, 

Calif. 
BAKER,  GEORGE  W., 

Sacramento,  Calif. 
BEESON,  GEORGE, 

Moab,  Utah. 
BONNER,  ERNEST  L., 

Ticknor,  Arkansas. 

BOYER,  BASIL, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  19,  Kalama.Wash. 

BROWN,  DANIEL  B., 

Alford,  Fla. 
BUTLER,  RISSEL  F., 

Tyndall,  South  Dak. 


CALVIN,  AARON  R., 
Box  252,  Clarkston,  Wash. 

CLAWSON,  JAMES  W., 
Hall,  Mont. 

COOK,  JAMES  H., 

Driftwood,  Okla. 
CORNWALL,  CHARLES  M., 

Rupert,  Ida. 
COX,  WILLIAM  N., 

c/o  C.  B.  &  Q.  R.  R.,  Mullen,  Neb. 

CROW,  MERVYN  K., 
Crows  Landing,  Calif. 

DOERR,  EDMUND  G., 
P.  O.  Box  217,  Malta,  Mont. 

EDMUND,  HERBERT  E., 
432  5th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


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PRIVATES 

FAGNANT,  ARTHUR  J., 

Lava  Hot  Springs,  Ida. 
FITCH,  CHARLES  H., 

Gridey,  Butte  Co.,  Calif. 
FOSTER,  FRED  K., 

Driftwood,  Okla. 
FOUNTAIN,  RALPH  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Meridian,  Ida. 

FRANKLIN,  RUBEN  C., 

P.  O.  Box  1638,  Spokane,  Wash. 

FRELLICK,  RUFUS  G., 

Fairland,  Okla. 
FRENCH,  HOWARD  A., 

Worthing,  South  Dakota. 
GENTRY,  AVERY  A., 

Cottonwood,  Ida. 
GODDARD,  LEO  W., 

c/o  R.  L.  McCormick,  Lewiston,  Ida. 
GOSS,  RALPH  T., 

467  E.  50th  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
GROSS,  THOMAS  M., 

Carthage,  Miss. 
HADMAN,  WILBUR  F., 

Gen.  Del.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
HALL,  FAY  W., 

Eagle,  Ida. 
HAM,  WEBBER  J., 

20  W.  Iowa  St.,  Denver,  Colo. 
HARE,  CHARLES  M., 

Hill  City,  South  Dakota. 
HARRIS,  JOSEPH  F., 

Arroyo  Grande,  Calif. 
HEAD,  ELMER  E., 

1277— 64th  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
HOLT,  JOHN  W., 

Spanish  Fork,  Utah. 
HOUSTON,  THOMAS, 

Pilot  Rock,  Ore. 
HUDLOW,  RAY, 

R.    F.    D.    No.    2,    Box   28,    Spokane, 

Wash. 
HUGHES,  FRANCIS  T., 

Torrington,  Wyo. 
ISBESTER,  HERMAN  W., 

308  W.  I3th  St.,  Pueblo,  Colo. 

JENKINS,  FRED., 
Clarkston,  Wash. 

JOHNSON,  ROY  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  79,  Ethan,  South 
Dakota. 

KADINGER,  FRANK  N., 
Hartford,  South  Dakota. 


(Continued) 

KELLNER,  JOHN  J., 
415  N.  3rd  Ave.,  Tucson,  Ariz. 

KENNER,  ROBERT  H., 
Goldburg,  Ida. 

KROHN,  CHRISTIAN  P.  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.   I,  Box  264,  Petaluma, 

Calif. 
LAMP,  RAYMOND  H., 

Walnut  Creek,  Calif. 
LEMA,  ANTONE, 

Bay  St.,  Santa  Cruz,  Calif. 
LLEWELLYN,  CHARLES  C., 

Concord,  Tenn. 
MANGUM,  BRYAN  E., 

445  N.  5th  W.  St.,  Provo,  Utah. 
MARSHALL,  HARLEY  L., 

Hudson,  South  Dakota. 

McCOTTER,  JAMES  M., 
Hartford,  Mich. 

MCDONALD,  CLYDE  s., 

Vernonia,  Ore. 

McFARLAND,  JOHN  D., 

Stent,  Calif. 
McWHIRTER,  HUGH, 

Cannon  City,  Colo. 

MIELKE,  WILLIE  C., 
Cameron,  Ida. 

NEWBURY,  RAY  E., 
Prichard,  Ida. 

NORTON,  CLAYTON, 
Pierre,  South  Dakota. 

OLIVER,  WILLIE  C., 
Piney  Flats,  Tenn. 

OLSON,  ELMER  C., 

135  St.  Ann's  Ave.,  Bronx,  New  York, 

N.  Y. 

PEART,  RUSSEL  L., 

256  Steele  St.,  Toledo,  Ohio. 

PUGH,  GUY  H., 
Peach,  Wash. 

RAMSEY,  MOODY, 
Lake  City,  Colo. 

REEVES,  CLINTON, 
Riggins,  Ida. 

ROSS,  ERNEST  A., 
La  Junta,  Colo. 

SALENIS,  ANDROS  D., 
Pinole,  Calif. 

SAMUELSON,  ALFRED  A., 

c/o  National  Film  Corp.  of  America, 
Los  Angeles,  Calif. 


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PRIVATES 

SCHAFER,  LESLIE  W., 

Nezperce,  Ida. 
SCHAHL,  FREDRICK  G., 

R.  R.  No.  5,  Lincoln,  111. 
SCOTT,  BEN, 

Westport,  Wash. 
SCOTT,  PHILIPS  L., 

Fresno,  Calif. 
SILVER,  CHARLES  M., 

2213  E.  First  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

SIMON,  EARLE  M., 

Cherokee,  Alfalfa  County,  Okla. 
SPANNUTH,  OTTO  E., 

Wisdom,  Mont. 
SPITZNAGEL,  HAROLD  T., 

226  S.  Philip  Ave.,  Sioux  Falls,  South 
Dakota. 

SPRINGER,  ALONZO  E., 
Nunn,  Colo. 

STILLWELL,  HIRAM  C., 

Glen  Blair,  Mendocino  Co.,  Calif. 

STRANDBERG,  ARTHUR  F., 

Motor  A.,  Div.  2,  Box  195,  Turlock, 
Calif. 


(Continued) 

STRAIGHT,  BENJAMIN  P., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Box  701,  Sacra.,  Calif. 
STROHM,  WALTER  E., 

Calipatria,  Calif. 
STROUD,  HERBERT  E., 

Filer,  Ida. 
STUART,  JOHN  C., 

2722  Normandie  Ave.,  Los  Angeles,  Cal. 
SUMMERS,  LELAND, 

135  S.  4th  St.,  Missoula,  Mont. 
VESSELS,  JAY  R., 

c/o  The  Press,  Sioux  Falls,  South  Dak. 
VOLZ,  FRANK  P., 

625  W.  Broadway,  Anaheim,  Calif. 
WANN,  LEO  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  6,  Grangeville,  Ida. 
WASKO,  ARTHUR  L., 

Gifford,  Ida. 
WEBBER,  JOSEPH  B., 

Nemo,  South  Dak. 
WILCOX,  GEORGE, 

Holyoke,  Colo. 
WRIGHT,  JAMES  M., 

Council  Hill,  Oklahoma. 


Supply  Company 


CAPTAIN 

SARGENT,  CHARLES  R.,  57  Hartnell  St.,  Monterey,  Calif. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 

PRICE,  EDWARD  W.f  BOYLE,  CHARLES, 

3940  So.  Acoma  St.,  Englewood,  Colo.  853  West  63d  St.,  Chicago,  111. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 

BEAUCHAMP,  GEORGE  G.,  ROSE,  ALLAN  P., 

Bixby,  Oklahoma.  1929  Eighty-first  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

TRAYLOR,  MAKLEN  L.,  2099  Emerson  St.,  Denver,  Colo. 

REG.  SUP.  SERGEANTS 

MULHALL,  MICHAEL,  WOOSLEY,  WILLIAM, 

2128  Lexington  Ave.,  New  York  City,  Presidio  of  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

N.  Y. 

WYATT,  FRANK,  562^  Decatur  St.,  Atlanta,  Georgia. 

FIRST    SERGEANT 
ARCHIBALD,  ELLWOOD  N.,  Dartville,  Colchester  Co.,  Nova  Scotia. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
MILLER,  JOSEPH  F.,  Kuna,  Idaho. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANTS 

BARRON,  EARL  W.,  HILL,  GROVER, 
Calwa,  Fresno  Co.,  Calif.  Paintrock,  Alabama. 

HADLEY,  EDWARD  E.,  KRISTOFERSON,  AUGUST  C., 
Ontario,  R.  F.  D.  No.  189  A,  Calif.  3710  Highlane,  Seattle,  Wash. 

STABLE  SERGEANT 
HUGHES,  JAMES  W.,  Rusk,  R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  North  Carolina. 

SERGEANTS 

EDWARDS,  LIDDLE  E.f  SACKEY,  JOHN, 

1014  K  St.,  Modesto,  Calif.  311  Montgomery  St.,  San  Jos6,  Calif. 

EVERETT  HARRY  O.,  CONNOLLY,  JAMES  J., 

228  W.  i6th  St.,  New  York  City,  N.  Y.  2136  Madison  Ave.,  Kansas  City,  Me. 

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CORPORALS 


BOZELL,  CHARLES  R., 
Route  4,  Kempton,  Indiana. 

FISH,  DAVID  D., 
Clyde,  North  Carolina. 


HALEY,  WILFORD  L., 

Cobden,  Illinois. 
JOHNSON,  TOM, 

R.  F.  D.  i,  Box  no,  Long  Beach,  Calif., 
c/o  H.  Bell. 


MACKEY,  MARSHALL  P.,  91 1  Boyer  St.,  Richmond,  Indiana. 


COOKS 


BAARSTAD,  ELMER  J., 

Ballard,  Washington. 
GAJEWSKI,  JOHN  D., 

2338  California  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
McCLURE,  EARL  C., 

Winnemucca,  Nevada. 


MCLENNAN,  DONALD  j., 

Gen.  Del.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
SHEVLIN,  FREDERICK  L., 

Grass  Valley,  Calif. 
VELIE,  EARLE  W., 

1 12  Tonnelle  Ave.,  Jersey  City,  N.  J. 


WILLIAMS,  ALBERT  V.,  Route  4,  Adrian,  Missouri. 

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HORSESHOERS 

MOORE,  FREDERICK  A.,  PEDROTTA,  LOUIS, 

Box  92,  Lone  Pine,  Calif.  Cayucos,  California. 

NOBLES,  HARRY  A.,  PUTNAM,  BERT, 

Bishop,  Inyo  Co.,  Calif.  37  West  I2th  St.,  Jamestown,  N.  Y. 

WOODARD,  CLYDE  H.,  Widtsoe,  Utah. 


MECHANICS 


ANDERSON,  ELLIS  L., 

R.  F.  D .  No.  i,  Major,  Virginia. 

DELIMAN,  PAUL, 
Nogales,  Arizona. 


O'MAHONY,  FRANK, 
Burnt  Fork,  Wyoming. 

ROOT,  BENJAMIN  R., 
Bryson,  Monterey  Co.,  Calif. 


SADDLER 

McKENZIE,  ROWLAND  P.,  Monticello,  Napa  Co.,  Calif. 

WAGONERS 


AGEE,  ROY  L., 

1215  Roosevelt  Ave.,  Stockton,  Calif. 
BACKER,  EDMUND, 

Vineburg,  Calif. 
BARRINGTON,  WILLIAM  E., 

King  City,  Calif. 
BASCOM,  FRANK, 

Box  521,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
BEATON,  ALEXANDER    L., 

Box  35,  Mold,  Washington. 
BERTATTA,  ANTONE, 

Douglas  Flat,  Calaveras  Co.,  Calif. 
BIANCHI,  LINO, 

Cayucos,  Calif. 
BINO,  JOSEPH, 

Shelburn,  Oregon. 
BISHOP,  GEORGE  S., 

1 122  Pinem  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 


BLACK,  TOM, 

Gen.  Del.,  Sacramento,  Calif. 
BLOOM,  HAROLD  B., 

Box  474,  Watsonville,  Calif. 
BROWN,  JOSEPH  D., 

R.F.D.  No.  4,  Box  75,  Watsonville,  Cal. 
BRUNE,  ALFRED  J., 

1 8  North  Church  St.,  Salinas,  Calif. 

BRYANT,  WALTER  P., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Bellingham,  Wash. 
BUNCH,  BERT  E., 

Union  Post  Office,  Calif. 
BUNKER,  CLARENCE  S., 

7348— 25th  Ave.,  N.  W.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
CANAPA,  DOMENICO  M., 

Box  65,  Forestville,  Sonoma  Co.,  Calif. 
CERNY,  GEORGE, 

R.  F.  D.,  Box  25,  Odessa,  Wash. 


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WAGONERS  (Continued) 


CHRISTENSEN,  CHRISTOPHER  A., 

Box  341,  Paso  Robles,  Calif. 
CLARK,  ROBERT  L., 

Toppenish,  Wash.,  c/o  Olive  B.  Sharp. 
COMPAS,  JOE, 

501  Ninth  St.,  Bakersfield,  Calif. 
CURTIS,  ROY  C., 

2326  Fourteenth  Ave.,  So.  Seattle,  Wash. 

DEFREECE,  JOSEPH, 

Wilbur,  Wash. 
DOLAN,  FRANK  J., 

Box  74,  Castorville,  Calif. 
DOWNES,  JOSEPH  M., 

914  North  6th  St.,  St.  Joseph,  Mo. 
EBERT,  HENRY  R., 

Charleston,  Wash. 
EDWARDS,  GEORGE  W., 

Box  219,  Salem,  Oregon. 
FARRINGTON,  HOWARD  C., 

Chalfont,  Calif. 
FILLIPPINI,  GEORGE, 

Davenport,  Santa  Cruz  Co.,  Calif. 
FRIED,  WATSON  M.f 

Davis,  Calif. 
GOLDEN,  LLOYD, 

209  W.  Sumach  St.,  Walla  Walla,  Wash. 
GOSSETT,  ROBERT  B., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Central  City,  Ky. 
HARDENBURGH,  WILLIAM  E., 

Cholame,  San  Luis  Obispo  Co.,  Calif. 
HARNED,  CARL  S., 

Gen.  Del.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
HAYES,  DESTON  L., 

Zamora,  Yolo  Co.,  Calif. 
HEATHER,  NICHOLAS, 

Box  517,  R.F.D.  No.  2,  Santa  Rosa,  Cal. 
HENDERSON,  ENOS, 

c/o  Ben  Cook,  Stevensville,  Montana. 
HILL,  HOWARD, 

c/o  Mrs.  E.  C.  Bales,  R.  F.  D.  No.  i, 

Red  Key,  Indiana. 
HOBBS,  JASPER  R., 

Arroyo  Grande,  Calif. 
HOTCHKO,  JOE, 

Jessup,  Pa. 
HOWARD,  ELLIS  L., 

Brentwood,  Calif. 
ISIDORO,  FRANK, 

San  Gregorio,  Calif. 
JOHNSON,  AXEL  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  213,  Turlock,  Calif. 
KALAR,  CHARLES  R., 

San  Miguel,  Calif. 


KANE,  THOMAS, 

Bloomfield,  Calif. 
KILLEEN,  EARL  C., 

605  Lenora  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
LAWHORN,  ANDREW, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  30,  Hulbert,  Okla. 
LESTER,  PARIS  M., 

1444  Edgewood  Ave.,  Knoxville,  Tenn. 
LILES,  JIM  F., 

Mesquite,  Texas. 
LORANGER,  ISADORE, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Winters,  Calif . 
LYLE,  HUGH  A., 

218  S.  Hudson  St.,  Oklahoma  City,  Okla. 
MARCH,  BYRON  D., 

Millville,  Shasta  Co.,  Calif. 
MARSH,  WILLIAM  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Nampa,  Idaho. 
McKEAN,  PAUL  L., 

c/o  Miss  K.  E.  McKean,  646  O 'Parrel 

St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
McKINNON,  WILBERT  H., 

218  Washington  St.,  Red  Bluff,  Calif. 
McMILLEN,  EARL  R., 

P.  O.  Box  444,  Oxnard,  Calif. 
MEDEIROS,  MANUEL, 

356  Seventh  St.,  Hollister,  Calif. 
MENDOSA,  FRANK  P., 

Box  153,  Milpitas  Rd.,  San  Jose^  Calif. 
MEYERS,  EDDIE, 

4720  Calumet  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 
MOODY,  FRED  F., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Winters,  Calif. 
NAPOLITANO,  PAUL, 

Box  393,  Route  "  A, "  San  Jose,  Calif. 
NOIA,  FERDINAND, 

Danville,  Calif . 
ORTEGA,  MIGUEL, 

212  Olive  St.,  Ventura,  Calif. 
PAULA,  FRANK  M., 

Route  i,  Box  292,  Petaluma,  Calif. 
PEREIRA,  JOSEPH, 

R.  R.  i,  Box  123,  34th  St.,  San  Jos£,  Cal. 
PERRY,  ERNEST  J., 

192  Shortridge  Ave.,  San  Jos6,  Calif. 
ROSE,  JOE  P., 

Box  ii,  Mount  Hamilton  Rd.,  San  Jose", 

Calif. 
SCHULZE,  NICHOLAS  C., 

c/o  O'Connell  Bros.,  San  Jose1,  Calif. 
SHARP,  PHILANDER  M., 

Woodland,  Yolo  Co.,  Calif. 


Supply  Company 


WAGONERS 

SHEPARD,  ELMER  M., 

909 — I4th  Ave.,  South,  Nampa,  Idaho. 
SMITH,  HARRY  W., 

no  South  1 4th  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
SNODGRASS,  ALVA  D., 

c/o  Gladys  Worman,  Nespelen,  Wash. 
STEERS,  CARYLL  U., 

c/o  J.  K.  P.  Elsea,  Center,  Mo. 
STOUT,  JOHN  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  100,  Wagoner,  Okla. 
STOUT,  WILLIAM  H., 

North  Muskogee,  Okla. 
SUNKEL,  LOUIS  G., 

Harrison,  Idaho. 

WRIGHT,  WILLIAM  M. 


(Continued) 

THOMPSON,  CHARLES, 
501  Main  St.,  Petaluma,  Calif. 

URBEN,  WALTER, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  21,  San  Luis  Obispo, 
Calif. 

VINEY,  MARION  L., 

Napa,  Napa  Co.,  Calif. 
WALKER,  HARRY  E., 

114  Park  Ave.,  Oak  Grove,  Monterey 
Co.,  Calif. 

WALDRIP,  KAY  A., 

Port  Angeles,  Wash. 
WELCH,  WARREN, 

Gen.  Del.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
,  Davis,  Yolo  Co.,  Calif. 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


BURGESS,  THOMAS  J., 
269  Green  St.,  Albany,  N.  Y. 

INGLIN,  GUS, 
Grafton,  Calif. 

MLEZIVA,  MARTIN  J. 
Snohomish,  Wash. 


PERRY,  MARTIN, 

6530— I9th  Ave.,  N.  W.,  Ballard  Sta., 

Seattle,  Wash. 
SMITH,  EDWARD, 

Thacker,  West  Virginia. 
SNOW,  SHADRACH  E., 

Parma,  Idaho. 


PRIVATES 


BAKER,  JACK  D., 

Cummings,  Calif. 
BELLA,  GIOVANNI, 

96  Garfield  St.,  Santa  Cruz,  Calif. 
BERNAL,  JOHN  B., 

74  Edwards  Ave.,  San  Jos6,  Calif. 
BRINK,  THEODORE, 

Forest  Lake,  Minnesota. 
BROWN,  EDWARD  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Box  85,  Coweta,  Okla. 
BROWN,  JOHN  C., 

Camden,  Missouri. 
BRYANT,  MARK  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 
CHILDERS,  BEN  T., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  54,  Coweta,  Okla. 
FJELLANGER,  JOHN  J., 

Harrington,  Wash. 
GILBERT,  HENRY, 

Gen.  Del.,  Portland,  Ore. 
HAGUE,  EINER, 

1003  Pine  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
HUNT,  MARK  L., 

Buffalo,  Mo. 


JOHNSON,  GEORGE  E.f 

1013  Kearney  St.,  Atchison,  Kansas, 

c/o  Mrs.  Luther  Dickerson. 
KRUEGER,  HENRY  C.f 

Pattway,  Calif.,  via  Maricopa. 
LOGAN,  JOE  B., 

Englewood  Ave.,  Englewood,  N.  J. 

McDERMOTT,  JOHN  P., 

1154  Folsom  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
McKEE,  JAMES, 

c/o  John  McKee,  357 — 54th  St.,  Bay 
Ridge,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 

NORMAN,  CHESTER  F., 

Stigler,  Oklahoma. 
OLSEN,  EDGAR, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Ferndale,  Wash. 
OLSEN,  FRED, 

Hadlock,  Wash. 
O'NEAL,  JOHN  S., 

Beaumont,  Texas. 
PACKER,  WALTER  L., 

420  East  Cherry  St.,  Nevada,  Mo. 
PROKES,  JOE, 

4744  South  Ada  St.,  Chicago,  111. 


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RICKS,  WESLEY,  SPINELLI,  JOSEPH, 

Rexburg,  Idaho.  2314  E.  Heartson  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 

WESTPHAL,  JOSEPH  H.,  155  Montgomery  St.,  San  Jose,  Calif. 

Ordnance  Detachment 

ORDNANCE    SERGEANT 
ARBUCKLE,  ORLO  W.,    Cassville,    Missouri. 

CORPORAL 

LILLY,  DEWITT  T.,  Norwood,  North  Carolina. 

PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 

KURPIERS,  JOHN,  WHITE,  HARRY  H., 

8468  Commercial  Ave.,  Chicago,  111.  621  Thirtieth  St.,  Newport  News,  Va. 

PRIVATES 

CLARKE,  GEORGE  W.,  HOBBS,  HUBERT  M., 

325  So.  School  St.,  Fayetteville,  Ark.  Wiwa  Hill,  Sasketchewan,  Canada. 

GLENNON,  JAMES  T.,  STEVENS,  WALTER  D., 

ill  James  St.,  New  Haven,  Conn.  Gen.  Del.,  Elizabeth,  Indiana. 


Medical  Detachment 
MAJOR  M.  c. 

PASCO,  JAMES  D.,  P.  &  O.  Steamship  Co.,  Jacksonville,  Florida. 

CAPTAIN  M.  C. 

MUNGER,  ARTHUR  L.,  PETERSEN,  RALPH  W., 

344  Fulton  St.,  Palo  Alto,  Calif.  2147  Caton  St.,  Chicago,  111. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS  M.  C. 

PAVY,  ALBERT  B.,  SCHMIDT,  RUDOLPH  E., 

Opelousas,  Louisiana.  847  Bryant  St.,  Palo  Alto,  Calif. 

ALLEN,  CHARLES  H.,  Odessa,  Mo. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS  D.  C. 

GILBRIDE,  RODERICK  F.,  BURGESS,  JOHN  P., 

Mill  Valley,  Calif.  518  Battier  St.,  Manhattan,  Kansas. 

CURRY,  RAY  D.,  STONE,  FAY  G., 

301  Walnut  St.,  S.E., Minneapolis, Minn.  Denair,  Calif. 

SERGEANTS— FIRST  CLASS 

CUNNINGHAM,  HANES  H.,  GORHAM,  HENRY  M., 

St.  John,  Washington.  996  Mission  St.,  San  ]os6,  Calif. 

SERGEANTS 

HART,  ARTHUR  R.,  RANDALL,  ARTHUR  E., 

Main  St.,  Ilo,  Idaho.  13  North  Stone  Ave.,  Tucson,  Arizona. 

HART,  WALTER  W.f  STALKER,  KEITH  E., 

1614  Van  Buren  St.,  Oregon  City,  Ore.  Rudd,  Iowa. 

POOLER,  RAYMOND  V.,  WARD,  FREDERICK  A., 

Bridgeport,  Nebraska.  771  Fifth  Ave.,  San  Bernardino,  Calif. 

PRIVATES— FIRST   CLASS 

BINGAMAN,  LESLIE  R.,  DEAN,  ROY  B., 

Gonzales,  Calif.  Las  Animas,  Colorado. 

BROWN,  CLEMENTS  W.,  FARRAR,  WILLIAM, 

Clements,  California.  291— 24th  Ave.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

CALDWELL,  LORRIN  L.,  GAHLSDORF,  FREDERICK, 

Meridian,  Idaho.  135  North  Liberty  St.,  Salem,  Ore. 

DALVE,  HENRY  C.,  GANZERT,  FREDERIC  W., 

Woodside,  California.  Route  3,  Box  528,  Santa  Rosa,  Calif. 

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GOULDING,  JOSEPH  H., 

3157  Jackson  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
HANSBY,  EDWARD  V.  J., 

Hilton,  Calif. 
LIVINGSTON,  EWART, 

North,  S.  C. 


AHERN,  GEORGE  R., 

414  N.  Lincoln  St.,  Aberdeen,  S.  D. 

BISHOP,  WILLIAM, 
Anaheim,  California. 

BURNS,  ROBERT, 

8nK  W.  40th  Place,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
CHRISTENSEN,  ELERY, 

Box  141,  Redmond,  Utah. 
CONNOLLY,  FRANK  W., 

3740  Grove  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

DIETRICK,  CHARLES  S., 

309  East  7th  St.,  Okmulgee,  Okla. 
DRINVILLE,  EUGENE  J., 

Philipsburg,  Montana. 
ELLERSICK,  WILLIAM  H., 

901  W.  Montgomery  St.,Spokane,Wash. 
FOSTER,  CHARLES  A., 

227  East  nth  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
FULWIDER,  WILLIAM  S., 

1442  Fernside  Blvd.,  Alameda,  Calif. 
GARRY,  CHARLES  J., 

161  Buchanan  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
GILROY,  HARVEY  A., 

Oregon  City,  Oregon. 
HARDEE,  RULON, 

Huntington,  Utah. 
JETER,  RASTUS  J., 

Springfield,  Miss. 
KEY,  CARL  B., 

Rutledge,  Tenn. 


PARSONS,  CHARLES  W., 
1429  Grove  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

PLECQ,  EUGENE  H., 
3020  West  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

WHITEHEAD,  FINIS  H., 
Martin,  Tenn. 


KITZMILLER,  RALPH, 

Anchorage,  Alaska. 
LYONS,  EDWARD  E., 

225  Sixth  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
McCONVILLE,  JOHN  P., 

Wilburton,  Okla. 
MONTGOMERY,  ARTHUR  L., 

Eureka,  Calif. 
MUCKJIAN,  HARRY  S., 

352  Van  Ness  Ave.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
SCACE,  GUY  G., 

Tenino,  Wash. 
SHEA,  FRED  E., 

3315  Pacific  Ave.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
SNYDER,  DAVID  P., 

Madison,  Calif. 

STONE,  NAFTAL, 
3445  West  I3th  Place,  Chicago,  111. 

THORNTON,  ROLLO, 
Pleasant  Grove,  Utah. 

TORELL,  MILTON  E., 

Cambridge,  Minn. 
VENTER,  JOHN  G., 

Afton,  Wyo. 
WAGER,  FRANK  J., 

553  McLoughlin  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
WASELL,  OLOF  W., 

1716  West  64th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
WINJUM,  ODEAN  A., 

Willow  Lake,  S.  D. 


Company  "A" 


CAPTAIN 
HARDY,  REX  G.,  725  So.  Union  Ave.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 


FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 


ROSS,  LESLIE  N., 
Portland,  Ore. 


BERANEK,  EDWARD, 

1190  Forest  Ave.,  Cleveland,  Ohio. 


SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 


SCHWARTZ,  FRANK  CARL, 
U.  S.  A.,c/oA.  G.  O. 


STEWART,  JOHN  S., 
3453  East  6th  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 


FIRST    SERGEANT 
MARKLE,  FRANK  D.,  728  Seventy-third  Ave.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

SERGEANTS 


BLACK,  JAMES  R., 

McKeen,  111. 
BOWLER,  PATRICK  J., 

329  Miller  Ave.,  South  San  Francisco, 

Calif. 
FITZGERALD,  FRANK, 

Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
HEATON,  DAVID  W., 

Whittier,  Calif. 
JOHNSON,  WILLIAM  A., 

4733— 35*h  St.,  San  Diego,  Calif. 
LONG,  RALPH  M., 

Sheridan,  Calif. 
MILLER,  FRANK, 

Oshkosh,  Wisconsin. 


MOORE,  PETER  J., 

2123  Third  Ave.,  Altoona,  Penn. 
MORGAN,  WALTER  G., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  6,  Box  170,  Bakersfield, 

Calif. 
NEZGODA,  JACOB, 

2434  So.  Whipple  St.,  Chicago,  111. 
RODGERS,  ERNEST  C., 

Merced,  Calif. 
SNYDER,  FRED  D., 

Olympia,  Washington. 
SUMMEY,  GEORGE  E., 

2191  Everett  St.,  San  Diego,  Calif. 
WALSH,  HARRY  T., 

1427  So.  8th  St.,  Springfield,  111. 


CORPORALS 


BOOT,  CHARLES  G., 

1816  Mulberry  St.,  Alameda,  Calif. 
BRAGDON,  WALTER  W., 

2712  N.  loth  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 

CALDWELL,  BENJAMIN  P., 

Batons,  Idaho. 
CUMMINGS,  CLARENCE, 

1387  Stratford  Ave. ,  Salt  Lake  City,Utah. 
DIGGS,  JOSEPH  E., 

Madill,  Okla. 


DWYER,  JOHN  E., 

423  Taft  St.,  Okmulgee,  Okla. 
FARMER,  EARL  E., 

362  E.  So.  Main  St.,  Blackfoot,  Idaho. 
FELTON,  BASIL, 

3224  Portland  Ave.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
FLETCHER,  EDWARD  L., 

Midvale,  Idaho. 
GRANT,  EARL, 

Condon,  Oregon. 


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CORPORALS  (Continued) 


HAASE,  DAVID  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Gorrie,  Ontario,  Can. 
HAIRSTON,  THOMAS  R., 

313  N.  lOthSt.,  Santa  Paula,  Calif. 
KITE,  WILLIAM  H., 

409  W.  Main  St.,  Santa  Maria,  Calif. 

JONES,  ELMER  M., 

Weiser,  Idaho. 
LADD,  HARRY  H., 

Phoenix,  Ariz. 

LAUGHLIN,  JOHN  H., 

1709  Q  St.,  Sacramento,  Calif. 

LIKOWSKI,  JOSEPH  H., 
Council  Hill,  Okla. 

LIONBERGER,  LELAND  A., 
Payette,  Idaho. 

LONG,  GEORGE  W., 

115  So.  4th  St.,  Muskogee,  Okla. 


LUNDY,  HARRY  A., 

Homedale,  Idaho. 
PAIGE,  CLYDE  A., 

Park  Lodge,  Pomona,  Calif. 
ROSLOW,  JOHN, 

Vallejo,  Calif. 
SCHELL,  JACOB, 

Warden,  Wash. 
SEE,  MERL  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Boise",  Idaho. 
WAGNER,  FRANK  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Snohomish,  Wash. 
WESTFALL,  PERRY  K., 

811^  E.  Howell  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
WOODWARD,  JESSE  W., 

8th  &  Lincoln  Sts.,  Port  Angeles,  Wash. 
WRIGHT,  JOSEPH  H., 

89th  St.  &  Woodland  Park  Ave.,  Seattle, 
Washington. 


COOKS 


COUGILL,  CHARLES  B., 
Cougill  Hotel,  Portland,  Ind. 

GUERRY,  BENTON  L., 
Mill  Creek,  Okla. 


ADAMS,  JAMES, 

Roslyn,  Wash. 
HANDLEY,  PERRY  L., 

San  Juan  Capistrano,  Calif. 


RODRIGUEZ,  DANIEL  T., 

218  Second  St.,  Watsonville,  Calif. 


HARDIN,  CHARLES  R., 

Fruitland,  Idaho. 
QUINN,  PHILIP, 

1416  Locust  St.,  Long  Beach,  Calif. 


MECHANICS 


PEARSE,  JOHN  W., 

819  Sixteenth  St.,  Bellingham,  Wash. 
WELSH,  ROBERT, 

Ronald,  Wash. 


BUGLERS 


WEAVER,  FLOYD  J., 

3930  Hudson  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


BENGTSON,  LESTER  J.  A., 

Monroe,  Wash. 
BLAVET,  JOSEPH, 

1422  W.  47th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
BOWDEN,  JOSIAH, 

7  Second  St.,  Roslyn,  Wash. 
BROKAW,  HENRY  L., 

2015  James  St.,  Bellingham,  Wash. 
COLLINS,  ENOCH  E., 

Niota,  Tenn. 
CRAWFORD,  CLARENCE  O., 

Casa  Loma  Apts.,  Pasadena,  Calif. 
ENOS,  JOHN  J., 

1023  Snyder  Ave.,  West  Berkeley,  Calif. 


GARRISON,  GUY  G., 

1902  Tenth  Ave.,  N.  Seattle,  Wash. 
GILLETTE,  HOWARD  T., 

Oketo,  Kansas. 
HARRELL,  BRYAN, 

448  N.  i6th  St.,  Murphysboro,  111. 
HARTER,  ERNEST  J., 

2107  So.  I2th  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
HEINLEY,  FLOYD  E., 

Palisades,  Colorado. 
JENNINGS,  SULLIVAN  R., 

Douglas,  Ariz. 

LAMARE,  CLARENCE  j., 

1411 — nth  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


Company  "A" 


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LEONARD,  ROY  H.,  LIFE,  RALPH, 

1712  W.  North  St.,  Bellingham,  Wash.  West  York,  111. 

LEWIS,  MELL,  PERSONETT,  PAUL  H., 

Pawhuska,  Oklahoma.  4523  Lucille  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


PRIVATES 


ADAMS,  LUTHER  J., 

Walnut  Cove,  N.  C. 
ANDERSON,  ED.  J. 

806  East  Court  St.,  Weiser,  Idaho. 
ANDERSON,  LOUIS  O., 

Council,  Idaho. 
ARMSTRONG,  FRED, 

McCurtain,  Oklahoma. 
ATTEBERY,  HENRY, 

Route  No.  2,  Weiser,  Idaho. 
AYER,  FORREST  W., 

Flagstaff,  Ariz. 
BACIGLEIRO,  JOSEPH, 

603  Jackson  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
BAGLEY,  ARTHUR  G., 

559  E.  32nd  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
BAKER,  HAROLD  J., 

4015  Elston  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 
BAKER,  HENRY  C., 

415  Gowe  St.,  Kent,  Wash. 
BALLENTINE,  FINIS  D., 

Monroe,  Wash. 
BARKER,  ALFRED  M., 

Elba,  Idaho. 
BARLOW,  LOUIS  S., 

Rudy,  Ark., 
BATTEN,  EDWARD  H., 

Port  Blakely,  Washington. 
BERG,  GEORGE  R., 

514  5th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
BERG,  HARRY  O., 

Glyndon,  Minn. 
BETTS,  STEPHEN  A., 

Wetumka,  Okla. 
BIGELOW,  HAL  D., 

Edmonds,  Wash. 

BIRD,  OWEN  A., 

Payette,  Idaho. 
BONTZ,  LEROY  E., 

Glasford,  111. 
BOTTGER,  NORMAN  G., 

909  8th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
BRESKO,  JOHN, 

Cle  Elum,  Wash. 
BROWN,  ARTHUR, 

Fredericktown,  Mo. 
23 


BROWN,  ARTHUR  P., 
3217  Berteau  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 

BROWN,  ROBERT  E., 

5404  38th  Ave.,  S.  E.  Portland,  Oregon. 

BUCK,  RALPH  E., 
Cambridge,  Idaho. 

BURROWES,  JAMES  L., 
Sequim,  Wash. 

BUTSON,  CHARLEY  T.. 

Toroda,  Wash. 
CARNATHAN,  CLARK, 

Speer,  Okla. 
CAROLA,  ANTONIO, 

Pocatello,  Idaho. 
CHITWOOD,  MEIRL, 

Antlers,  Okla. 

CHURCHILL,  NORMAN  E.,  Jr. 

1528  i8th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
CLARK,  FRED, 

235°  55th  Ave.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
COATES,  EARL  J., 

French,  Idaho. 
COATES,  GEORGE  B., 

French,  Idaho. 
COLE,  ALBERT  E., 

Porum,  Oklahoma. 
COMBS,  WILBUR  L., 

35  Custer  Ave.,  Billings,  Montana. 
COX,  JOEL  J., 

Idabell,  Okla. 
COX,  WILLIAM  J.  B., 

Cambridge,  Idaho. 
CRANDALL,  PAUL  D., 

Washington,  D.  C. 
GRIM,  HARVEY  L., 

Weiser,  Idaho. 
CULLISON,  JESSE  D., 

Idaho  City,  Idaho. 
DAHLINGER,  WALTER  J., 

Detroit,  Mich. 
DALKE,  ARTHUR  E., 

Dubois,  Idaho. 
DAUPHIN Y,  JOHN  E., 

312  Central  Ave.,  Bellingham,  Wash. 
DAVIDSON,  GEORGE  W., 

Okanogan,  Wash. 


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PRIVATES 


DAVIS,  WILLIAM  A., 
Auburn,  Wash. 

DEMOU,  PETER, 

618  University  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
DESPAIN,  LESTER  L., 

Shoshone,  Idaho. 

DEVAUGHN,  ROBERT, 

Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
DICKERSON,  ERNEST  C., 

Litchfield,  Neb. 
DIGGS,  CHARLES  W., 

Madill,  Okla. 
DINUCCI,  HENRY, 

Forestville,  Calif. 
DORCY,  JAMES  P., 

Shelton,  Wash. 
DRAKOPULOS,  GEORGE  S., 

401  1 4th  Ave.,  S.  E.  Minneapolis,  Minn. 
DUNCANSON,  LLOYD  L., 

1002  E.  47th  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
DUNNE,  LAWRENCE  P. 

Lehigh,  Montana. 
EMERY,  ARCHIE  T., 

Wildhorse,  Idaho. 
ENGLESON,  EDWARD  R., 

933  Elm  St.,  Beloit,  Wisconsin. 
ENSIGN,  CLAUDE  P., 

Payette,  Idaho. 
ESPELUND,  ALBERT  O., 

Poulsbo,  Washington. 
EVANS,  ALEXANDER, 

Midvale,  Idaho. 
EZARD,  MARK, 

Caledonia,  N.  Y. 
FARBER,  RALPH  B., 

Payette,  Idaho. 
FARR,  CLARENCE  G., 

714  Madison  St.,  Seattle,  Washington. 
FELDER,  RUFFUS  W., 

Dighton,  Okla. 
FINALYSON,  CHARLES  S., 

739  34-th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
FINN,  THOMAS  E., 

384  2nd  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
FINNEY,  EARL  H., 

Weiser,  Idaho. 
FISHER,  BRYAN  L., 

Eagle,  Idaho. 
FISHER,  CHARLIE  M., 

Wendell,  Idaho. 
FLETCHER,  WILLIE, 

Gentry,  Arkansas. 


FLIEGEL,  EARL  W., 

Weiser,  Idaho. 
FORD,  THOMAS  A.  L., 

Philadelphia,  Miss. 
FORTIN,  ALBERT  A., 

Upton,  Wyoming. 
FOSTER,  ROBERT, 

115  N.  26th  St.,  Billings,  Montana 
FRANK,  JOSEPH, 

Billings,  Montana. 
FRAZIER,  ROBERT, 

Porum,  Okla. 
FRONABERGER,  ROBERT, 

Henryetta,  Okla. 
GAY,  HERSCHEL  A., 

Hedgesville,  Montana. 
GEITHMAN,  FRED  W., 

4204  Sotin  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
GOETZ,  EDWARD  A., 

310  E.  4th  St.,  Santa  Ana,  Calif. 
GOODWIN,  JAMES  E., 

Muskogee,  Oklahoma. 
GRAY,  ROLLAND  J., 

E.  21  2nd  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
GREEN,  EMMETT  E., 

Cambridge,  Idaho. 
GREEN,  HENRY  P., 

Braggs,  Oklahoma. 
GREEN,  WILLIAM  R., 

Des  Lars,  North  Dakota. 
GROSECLOSE,  LESSE  B., 

Julietta,  Idaho. 
HALL,  THOMAS  J., 

628  N.  Griffin  St.,  Okmulgee,  Okla. 
HAMANN,  HARRY  W., 

New  Buffalo,  Mich. 
HAMILTON,  EDGAR  J., 

143  Blewett  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
HANNAN,  JOHN  V.  B., 

Cambridge,  Idaho. 

HANSEN,  HANS  J., 
Thornton,  Idaho. 

HANSTEN,  FRITZ  V., 

Bliss,  Idaho. 
HARBUCK,  JOHN  W., 

Nelson,  Oklahoma. 
HAW.T.EV,  VERLEIGH  C., 

Lc  G'-.-v.i'ie,  Oregon. 
HA'vV-  •:-.'.  li,  SYLVESTER  K., 

Indian  V  :-.iicv,  Idaho. 
HAWTHORNE,  ROBERT, 

I  .06  6th  A\-  .  ^eattle,  Wash. 


Company  "A 


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PRIVATES 

HELM,  NEWMAN  L., 

Antlers,  Okla. 
HEMNES,  MAGNUS  E., 

310  Champion  St.,  Bellingham,  Wash. 

HEYNER,  JUSTIN  O., 
Snohomish,  Wash. 

HICKS,  WILLIAM  J., 

26  Bassett  St.,  Albany,  N.  Y. 

HINTON,  DAVID  A., 

1720  Hodges  St.,  Lake  Charles,  La. 

HINTZ,  EMIL, 

Nellita,  Wash. 
HITCHCOCK,  ALBERT  P., 

204  Mason  St.,  Healdsburg,  Calif. 
HOGUE,  JOHN  P., 

Nashoba,  Okla. 
HOLT,  ALBERT  C., 

Dewar,  Oklahoma. 
HOOD,  WILLIAM  E., 

Fillmore,  California. 
HORTON,  TIVAS  H., 

Fairview,  Virginia. 
HOWARD,  BENJAMIN  H., 

Spiro,  Oklahoma. 
HUCK,  ANTHONY  C., 

Lamona,  Wash. 
HULL,  WILLIAM  P., 

Burley,  Idaho. 
JOHNSON,  EUGENE, 

Route  No.  3,  Box  15,  Sheldon,  Mo. 
JOHNSON,  HANS  R., 

Hollywood,  Wash. 
JOHNSON,  INER  W., 

South  Colby,  Washington. 
JOHNSON,  WILLIAM  J., 

Warner,  Oklahoma. 
JONES,  JOHN  E., 

Mold,  Wash. 
JONES,  JOHN  P., 

Enumclaw,  Wash. 
JONES,  WILLIE, 

Chalker,  Ga. 
KELLY,  E.  GLENN, 

Beggs,  Okla. 
KESSLER,  LEE, 

McCall,  Idaho. 
KIRK,  PERRYGON, 

Madill,  Okla. 
KRUZIE,  HARRY  G., 

Arenzville,  111. 
LAIRD,  JOE  B., 

Madill,  Okla. 


(Continued) 

LANWAY,  THOMAS  H., 

Kamish,  Idaho. 
LAWS,  JESSE  B., 

911    So.    Grand    Ave.,    Los    Angeles, 

California. 
LEAL,  JUAN, 

Coughran,  Texas. 
LEE,  JOHN, 

Clarksberg,  Calif. 
LEWIS,  HERMAN, 

Jackson  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
LILIOPOULOS,  HERCULES, 

Seattle,  Wash.,  P.  O.  Box  843. 

LISTON,  FRED, 

Hingham,  Montana. 
LLOYD,  JOHN  E.,  Jr., 

Parma,  Idaho. 
LODGE,  NORMAN  C., 

Weiser,  Idaho. 
LUCKIE,  ROY  E., 

Box  8 1 A,  Metcalf,  Ariz. 
McHALE,  PATRICK  C., 

608  8th  Ave.,  New  York  City. 
McINTIRE,  HARRISON  A., 

837  N.  Main  St.,  Pocatello,  Ida. 
MALZYCZKI,  JOE, 

211  Green  St.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 

MAY,  WAN  O., 

New  Plymouth,  Idaho. 
MERRITT,  HARRY, 

Tuttle,  Okla. 
MITCHELL,  FRED  D., 

Thompson,  Idaho. 
MITCHELL,  RAYMOND, 

603  Raisina  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
MONTEITH,  DAVID  A., 

Weiser,  Idaho. 
MOORE,  Ed., 

Gillette,  Wyo. 
MORGAN,  CARL  R., 

911  W.  Market  St.,  Aberdeen,  Wash. 

MORRISON,  ARTHUR  W., 
Miami,  Florida. 

MORRISON,  WILLIAM  A., 
205  N.  I4th  St.,  Bois£,  Idaho. 

PHILAGIOS,  NICHOLAS, 
155  W.  4th  St.,  St.  Paul,  Minn. 

POPE,  HUGO  A., 
Ellensburg,  Wash. 

ROBESON,  FABY  D., 
Buffalo  Gap,  Texas. 


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PRIVATES  (Continued) 


ROMERO,  EUFRACIO, 

Talpa,  N.  M. 
RUNNER,  ROBERT  R., 

Bowling  Green,  Ky. 
SAITTA,  JOHN, 

266  Berry  St.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
SALVADALENA,  ARTHUR, 

Monroe,  Wash. 

SANDERSON,  JIM, 

Schamberville,  Miss. 
SCHOLPP,  ERNEST  W., 

1317  Marion  St.,  Denver,  Colo. 
SCHUSTER,  DANIEL  A., 

1511  Boylston  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
SJOLUND,  GUSTAF, 

2113  25th  St.,  Everett,  Wash. 
SKINNER,  RAY  E., 

Evanston,  Wyo. 
SMITH,  DAVID  A., 

Manette,  Wash. 
SOHN,  JOHN, 

Havillah,  Wash. 
SOMERS,  WILLIAM  D., 

Okanogan,  Wash. 

YOST,  GEORGE 


STROUT,  PAUL  R., 

527  Cascade  St.,  Wenatchee,  Wash. 
SWED,  JOHN  I., 

2909  Nassau  St.,  Everett,  Wash. 
TARANTOLO,  JULIANO, 

716  So.  58th  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
TAYLOR,  GERALD  P., 

819  Chestnut  St.,  Bellingham,  Wash. 
THOMPSON,  JUDGE  M., 

Eoline,  Alabama. 
TORSTENSON,  CHRIS., 

Route  7,  Box  1326,  Seattle,  Wash. 
TURNER,  WALLER  H., 

814  Park  Ave.,  Albany,  N.  Y. 
VALENZUELA,  RICARDO, 

123  W.  4th  St.,  Tucson,  Ariz. 
VESTAL,  IRVING  B., 

228  Union  Ave.,  Snohomish,  Wash. 
WILLIS,  WILLIAM  C., 

Route  No.  I,  Big  Sandy,  Texas. 
WOLPERS,  OTTO, 

3101  So.  M  St.,  Tacoma,  Washington. 
WYRICK,  WILLIAM  W., 

Soper,  Okla. 
W.,  Edmonds,  Wash. 


Company  "  B" 


CAPTAIN 
PAUL  H.  BROWN,  175  Webster  St.,  Palo  Alto,  Calif. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 

CLARK,  WARNER,  HOBBIE,  RAYMOND  S., 

701  Santa  Rosa  Ave.,  Santa  Rosa,  Calif.        211  N.  Rampart  Blvd.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
BOON,  WALTER  W.,  6930  Forty-sixth  Ave.,  S.  E.  Portland,  Ore. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 


COUCH,  JOHN  D., 

534  Forest  Ave.,  Palo  Alto,  Calif. 


RICKER,  JESSUM  A., 

McKinley  Ave.,  Sunnyvale,  Calif. 


FIRST  SERGEANT 
SMITH,  FRANK  H.,  114  Ellsworth  Ave.,  San  Mateo,  Calif. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 

BUSTER,  PEARL  C.,  Elko,  Nevada. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
FLANAGAN,  RALPH  L.,  1740  Ellis  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 


SERGEANTS 


BOITEUX,  LOUIS  A., 

3028  Oregon  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
BRERETON,  TIMOTHY  G., 

Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
CLARK,  HARVEY  A., 

325  Heller  St.,  Redwood  City,  Calif. 
DARGE,  CHARLES  W., 

Chico,  Calif. 
DODGE,  ALLEN  H., 

Cheyenne,  Wyo. 
GIBSON,  HERBERT, 

509  Twelfth  St.,  Modesto,  Calif. 


GOODYEAR,  HARRY  A., 

113  Market  St.,  Sunbury,  Pa. 
FITZELL,  FRANK  L., 

1331  M  St.,  Eureka,  Calif. 
MAWSON,  CHARLES  A., 

Buffalo,  New  York. 
McCLEAN,  JOSEPH, 

Fontana,  Calif. 
PEKORZYNSKI,  LEO  E., 

1055  N.  Ashland  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 
TOGNERI,  LEO, 

c/o  Tarr  Clothing  Co.,  Hanford,  Calif . 


CORPORALS 


ALEXANDER,  WILLIAM  M., 

Chico,  Calif. 
BAUER,  FREDERICK  E., 

611  Washington  St.,  Bois£,  Idaho 


BERGER,  FRED, 

Fellows,  Calif. 
BETTS,  GILBERT  L., 

Route  No.  3,  Nampa,  Idaho. 


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CORPORALS 


BLAYNEY,  FRANK  M., 

413  Poplar  Ave.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
BROWN,  CHARLES  L., 

Hotel  Lynn,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
BUCHANAN,  WILSON  F., 

Arling,  Idaho. 
BUTTS,  LAWRENCE, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 
CASEY,  JAMES  D., 

c/o  S.  P.  Co.,  Clovis,  Calif. 
CAVINESS,  CHARLES  E., 

Medina,  Tenn. 
CAWDERY,  JOSEPH  H., 

Wilder,  Idaho. 
COFFMAN,  ALBERT  L., 

R.  No.  3,  Nampa,  Idaho. 
CROOK,  HARLEY  H., 

Caldwell,  Idaho. 
GELDER,  JOSEPH  D., 

1805  Alice  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
GILBERT,  JOHN  P., 

Route  No.  i,  Merced,  Calif. 
GOUVEIA,  GEORGE  E., 

Sunnyvale,  Calif. 
GRANBERY,  CHARLEY  O., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  323,  Turlock,  Calif. 
GRITTON,  HOBART  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Parma,  Idaho. 


HOOK,  WILLIAM  S., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Chico,  Calif. 
HOWE,  EDWARD  L., 

P.  O.  Box  631,  Astoria,  Oregon. 
MARTIN,  ALBERT, 

Rio  Dell,  Calif. 
MAYHEW,  CLARENCE  F., 

Nampa,  Idaho. 
MORELAND,  RAY  T., 

418  S.  I2th  St.,  Caldwell,  Ida. 
OVENS,  WILLIAM  C., 

Shelby,  Montana. 
PORTER,  ELZIE  E., 

1563  S.  Main  St.,  Chico,  Calif. 
RIDGEWAY,  CHESTER  R., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Salem,  Oregon. 
RUTHERFORD,  WALTER, 

Redding,  Calif. 
SCOTT,  WILLIAM, 

Adolphus,  Ky. 
SPECHT,  FRED  W., 

Notus,  Idaho. 
SMITH,  GEORGE  W., 

Route  No.  4,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 
STEVENSON,  WILLIAM  W., 

Selma,  Calif. 
VAUGHN,  DICK, 

Chico,  Calif. 


CASKEY,  JOHN  E., 
Lenox,  Kentucky. 


COOKS 

DELEISSIGUES,  EMANUEL  G., 
*535  Johnson  Ave.,  San  Luis  Obispo, 


Calif. 
GRAHAM,  JOHN  R.,  Hill  City,  Idaho. 


MECHANICS 


ARTELLAN,  CHARLEY, 

114  Oak  Grove  St.,  Monterey,  Calif. 

PRESTON,  JAMES  M., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Box  48,  Bakersfield, 
Calif. 


PROBERT,  CLYDE, 

Chowchilla,  Calif. 
SWEEM,  HARRY  J., 

12 1 1  Myers  St.,  Oroville,  Calif. 


BUGLERS 


BOWBEER,  EARL  V., 
San  Francisco,  Calif. 


HORSLEY,  WILLIE  A., 

R.  No.  i,  Trousdale,  Oklahoma. 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


ADAMS,  CLINTON  R., 
R.  No.  i,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 

ADKINS,  JESS  W., 
921  6th  St.,  Chico,  Calif. 


BEAGLE,  WAYNE  E., 

Manton,  Calif. 
BEISSEL,  GUY  H., 

245  Madison  St.,  Eugene,  Ore. 


Company  "B" 


359 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS  (Continued) 


BENNETT,  LEO  N., 

Nord,  Calif. 
BENNETT,  PERCY, 

Nord,  Calif. 
BERNARD,  WALTER  E., 

Wilson,  Idaho. 
BROWER,  ARCHIE, 

R. F.  D.  No.  6,  Box  95,  Bakersfield,  Calif. 
BYRN,  GROVER  C., 

3134  Balch  Ave.,  Fresno,  Calif. 

CACY,  MELVIN  L., 

Box  82,  Albion,  Nebr. 
CARVER,  ELLIS  L., 

217  9th  Ave.  N.,  Nampa,  Idaho. 
CLINE,  ROY  H., 

2415  Stanislaus  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 

COFFMAN,  ROY, 

Route  No.  3,  Nampa,  Idaho. 

COOPER,  ROY  L., 
Johnstonville,  Calif. 

COULSON,  ROY  M., 

Council,  Idaho. 
CRAWFORD,  JIM  C., 

720  N.  3d  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
CUNHA,  ADOLPH, 

Chico,  Calif. 
DODGE,  HAROLD  C., 

310  Oak  St.,  Clinton,  Iowa. 
FRANCONY,  ALBERT, 

785  Maxwell  St.,  Detroit,  Mich. 
GORDY,  OLIVER  C., 

Oreana,  Idaho. 
GROVES,  ELTON, 

1109  Cleveland  St.,  Caldwell,  Ida. 
HANSEN,  HANS  S., 

1527  La  Salle  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 

HANSON,  EDWIN  C., 

1926  Belmont  Ave.,  Fresno,  Calif. 

HAYS,  MERL  C., 

Boise",  Idaho. 
HEIKKOLA,  MATT  E., 

McCall,  Idaho. 
HOUSTON,  HAROLD  N., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  32,  Corning,  Calif. 
JACOBS,  JOSEPH  F., 

Durkee,  Oregon. 
JAMERSON,  DENVER  C., 

Cottonwood,  California. 
JIMERFIELD,  DAN  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Waterloo,  Oregon. 
JONES,  RUSSELL, 

lola,  Texas. 


LILES,  CARL  R., 

Caldwell,  Idaho. 
LITTLE,  GEORGE, 

Rockville,  Oregon. 
LORENZEN,  ELVIN  K., 

Box  173,  Dayton,  Oregon. 
MOORE,  ROY  T., 

Route  No.  2,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 
NELSON,  RAYMOND  M., 

Mountain  Home,  Idaho. 
NEUMANN,  FREDERICK  M., 

1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
PENNING,  MARTIN  A., 

Ravendale,  Calif. 
PENOFFSKY,  WALTER, 

1314  W.  McKelson  St.,  Joliet,  111. 
POWELL,  BEN  H., 

Lebanon,  Ore. 
REDFERN,  FLOYD  E., 

Dos  Palos,  Calif. 
RICH,  WALTER, 

229  N.  Martinson  St., StationA,  Wichita, 

Eras. 
ROGERS,  WALTER, 

Caldwell,  Idaho. 
ROLF,  DEO  H., 

Harrisburg,  Oregon. 
ROSS,  FRANKLIN  J., 

919  Denver  St.,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 
ROUGH,  LLOYD  L., 

Clovis,  Calif. 
SCHEIDT,  GEORGE  J., 

440  F.  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
SMITH,  EDWARD  A., 

Mountain  House,  Idaho. 
SPARKS,  CHARLES  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Chico,  Calif. 
STAY,  CLARENCE  M., 

R.  No.  B,  Box  372,  Reedley,  Calif. 
STEINHAUER,  JOHN  O., 

541  Mayor  Ave.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
STOHL,  FRANK  H., 

R.  No.  A,  Box  130,  Parlier,  Calif. 
STREET,  LEE, 

Ontario,  Oregon. 
THOMPSON,  VAQUERO  S., 

Route  No.  I,  Parma,  Idaho. 
TURNER,  HARLEY  J., 

Box  209,  Meridian,  Idaho. 
WEMPLE,  GUY  B., 

Susanville,  Calif. 
WILLIAMS,  WILFORD  W., 
809  S.  High  St.,  Salem,  Oregon. 


Twelfth  U.  S.  Infantry 


PRIVATES 


ALLEN,  CLAUD  C., 

Meridian,  Texas. 
ANDERSON,  HARMON  C., 

Hayden  Hill,  Calif. 
ANDERSON,  WILLIAM  M., 

Woodville,  Miss. 
ARNOLD,  WARDNER  B., 

3359  Lyell  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
ASHBY,  ANDREW  E., 

1222  Beach,  Eugene,  Oregon. 
BACUS,  CECIL  P., 

Kerby,  Oregon. 
BAKER,  CLAUD, 

Cottonwood,  California. 
BALL,  THOMAS  E., 

Greenville,  Texas. 
BARNES,  VERNON  P., 

Gates,  Oregon. 

BATES,  OTIS  L., 

R.  F.  D.  "A,"  Griffin,  Georgia. 
BERNTZEN,  HOLGER  D., 

R.  No.  r,  Eugene,  Oregon. 
BERTAGNA,  NATALE, 

Montgomery  Creek,  California. 
BETTENCOURT,  FRANK  J., 

Ingomar,  Calif. 
BLANCHETTE,  WILFRED, 

Eswood,  R.  I. 
BLANKENSHIP,  WILLIAM  L., 

R.  No.  4,  Alton,  Missouri. 
BONE,  EARL  F., 

R.  No.  I,  Poteau,  Okla. 
BRAFFET,  WILLIAM  N., 

San  Miguel,  Calif. 
BRATTON,  JAMES  H., 

Cario,  111. 
BRIGHTON,  WILLIAM  H., 

Route  No.  3,  Weldon,  111. 
BRITT,  ANTON, 

Middleton,  Idaho. 
BUIE,  ANDREW  J., 

R.  F.  D.  I,  Box  8,  Webb,  Alabama. 
CALLIHAN,  ALBERT, 

Killan,  Alberta,  Canada. 
CASALETTO,  ANGELO, 

90  Broadway  Ave.,  San  Jose,  Calif. 
CHASE,  CHESTER  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  OroviUe,  Calif. 
CLARK,  KENNETH  R., 

82  Elk  St.,  Buffalo,  N.  Y. 
COATNEY,  ROBERT  S., 

1955  Mary  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 


COE,  CLAUDE, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Nampa,  Idaho. 
CROGHAN,  CHARLES  O. 

Missoula,  Montana. 
DANERI,  GIUSEPPE, 

934  Cross  St.,  Madera,  Calif. 
DAVIS,  DAVID  D., 

Caldwell,  Idaho. 
DE  VINOSPRE,  FELIX  L., 

R.  No.  2,  Meridian,  Idaho. 
DICK,  JIM, 

Route  No.  2,  Silverton,  Oregon. 
DUNHAM,  HENRY  R., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  9,  Decatur,  111. 
ECKER,  JAMES  A., 

Sperry,  Oklahoma. 
EDWARDS,  WALTER  E., 

Manton,  California. 
ELLIOTT,  GLENN  A., 

Rapatee,  111. 
ENGLE,  ALBERT  G., 

Route  No.  6,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 
ESTRADA,  TONY, 

Porterville,  California. 
FEINSTEIN,  LOUIS, 

2338  Pine  St.,    Apts.,    San    Francisco, 

Calif. 
FILLMAN,  WILLIAM, 

3727  Ave.  A.,  Council  Bluffs,  Iowa. 

FRANKS,  ALBERT, 
Paskenta,  California. 

FRANKS,  ERNEST  D., 
Route  2,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 

FRENCH,  EUGENE  A., 

705  N.  Main  St.,  Arthens,  Perm. 

FULLER,  THOMAS, 
Upton,  Wyoming. 

GALVIN,  MARTIN  J., 
Navina,  Okla. 

GEORGE,  HAIG, 
Fresno,  Calif. 

GLOMB,  THEODORE, 
Deary,  Idaho. 

GODBOLD,  CHARLEY  B., 
Auburn,  Miss. 

HACKLER,  ALBERT  L., 
Millville,  Calif. 

HAFFEY,  WILLIAM  H., 
Gibsonville,  Calif. 

HAILEY,  ORA, 

Jordan  Valley,  Oregon. 


Company  "B" 


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PRIVATES 

HALL,  LESLIE  R., 
Los  Malinos,  Calif. 

HANSON,  CARL  P., 

2347  Cedar  St.,  Astoria,  Ore. 
HARROUN,  EARLING  H., 

St.  Maries,  Idaho. 
HARTMAN,  GEORGE  A., 

1635  loth  &  Aubern  Sts.,  Baker,  Ore. 
HARVEY,  DAVE  C., 

Sheridan,  Nevada. 
HASKINS,  RAYMOND  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Melba,  Idaho. 
HELPER,  WILLIAM  C., 

Route  No.  3,  Parma,  Idaho. 
HESSEL,  BRUNO, 

Mt.  Angel,  Oregon. 
HETRICK,  IRA  M., 

R.  No.  I,  Parma,  Idaho. 

HIGH,  MARK  T., 

Box  64,  Twin  Bridges,  Montana. 
HOLBROOK,  ROBERT  J., 

918  4th  Ave.  W.,  Eugene,  Oregon. 
HOLLAND,  CLAUDE  L., 

Pittville,  Calif. 
HUGHES,  OTIS  L., 

Mt.  Holley,  Ark. 
IKOLA,  WALTER, 

McCall,  Idaho. 
JOHNSON,  DAVID  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Dearing,  Ga. 
JOHNSON,  HUGH  F., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Meridian,  Idaho. 
JOHNSON,  JULIUS, 

Reward,  Calif. 
JOHNSON,  LEONARD  B., 

2929  I  St.,  Bakersfield,  Calif. 
JOHNSON,  MELVIN  A., 

McKee,  Oregon. 
JONES,  HERBERT  A., 

Mosheim,  Tenn. 

JONES,  JOHN  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 
KAVAL,  RUDOLPH, 

1346  First  Ave.,  New  York  City,  N.  Y. 
KEELY,  VERNON  E., 

233  Barbara  St.,  Chico,  Calif. 

KEMPT,  FRANK  H., 

328  S.  Church  St.,  Bozeman,  Mont. 

KNODEL,  PAUL  H., 

Sequin,  Texas. 
KRANTZ,  HARRY  S., 

Bandon,  Ore. 


(Continued) 

KURTZ,  ROBERT  J., 

Marysville,  111. 
LAIS,  ROMAN  J., 

Mt.  Angel,  Oregon. 
LOREMAN,  ALBERT  W., 

Upton,  Wyoming. 

LIGNUGARIS,  YIGNACAS, 

405  Kempir  Ave.,  Butte,  Mont. 
LUCAS,  JAMES  W., 

Route  A,  Billings,  Okla. 
MALEDON,  JOHN  T., 

4932  Worth  St.,  Dallas,  Texas. 
MARTINEAU,  URBAN  N., 

Nampa,  Idaho. 
MASON,  CHARLES  W., 

Caldwell,  Idaho. 
MASON,  SAM  B., 

Route  No.  2,  Rosston,  Ark. 
McPHEETERS,  WILLIAM  R., 

Box  645,  Nampa,  Idaho. 
MORRISON,  RAYMOND  L., 

Kuna,  Idaho. 
NEWNHAM,  ROBERT, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Phoenix,  Ariz. 
OBENDORF,  FRED  C., 

Parma,  Idaho. 
PANOSSIAN,  PUZANT, 

339  N  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
PEDRONCELLI,  GIOVANNI, 

Baird,  Calif. 
PETERMAN,  EARL  E., 

Parma,  Idaho. 
PIERCE,  NUBERN  C., 

South  Taft,  Calif. 
PLACE,  ELIAS  A., 

R.  No.  4,  Lebanon,  Oregon. 
POST,  CLARENCE, 

R.  No.  3,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 

RAIS,  FRANK, 
Douglas  City,  Calif. 

RAMSEYER,  ALMA  D.f 

Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 
RHOADES,  JAMES  B., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Lewistown,  111. 
RIPPEY,  FOSTER  R., 

Beckville,  Texas. 
ROSS,  STILLMAN  D., 

138  Woodford  St.,  Missoula,  Mont. 
ROUSH,  CLARENCE, 

226  Look  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
S^EY,  NEELEY  E., 

R.  R.  No.  3,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 


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PRIVATES 

SAVOLA,  ARO, 
McCall,  Idaho. 
SPOOR,  OSCAR  A., 

Southpoint,  Idaho. 

SPRAGUfi,  PERRY  S., 

1128  Main  St.,  East  Bakersfield,  Calif. 

STAMPFLI,  WALTER, 

Crescent  Mills,  California. 
STEARNS,  JOSEPH  L., 

4103  8th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
STENGLE,  NORMAN  H., 

Nampa,  Idaho. 
STEWART,  EDWARD  C., 

R.  I,  B.  21,  Mansfield,  Texas. 
STIMPFLING,  LEO  A., 

Falls  City,  Oregon. 
SUTTER,  WILLIAM  M., 

Albany,  Oregon. 
TANKERSLEY,  PEARL  L., 

De  Rouche,  Ark. 
TAYLOR,  EDWIN  A., 

Astoria,  Oregon. 
TENBROOK,  LEROY  J., 

Wayland,  N.  Y. 
TEVES,  TONY  L., 

Pond,  California. 


(Continued) 

THERRY,  OMER  T., 

2319  E.  Ward  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
THOMAS,  CLARENCE  E., 

Emmetsburg,  Iowa. 
TIGER,  LLOYD  N., 

Hammett,  Idaho. 
TRANTER,  CLARENCE  ST.  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Bridley,  Calif. 
TRAVIS,  PAUL  F., 

Box  212,  Coalingo,  Calif. 
VARRIANO,  MICHELE, 

312  First  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
WATERS,  DAMON  E., 

Brownsville,  Oregon. 
WHALE  Y,  EUEL  D., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  3A,  Aurora,  Mo. 
WINTERS,  PAUL  A., 

Oak  Run,  California. 
WINTERS,  PETER  C., 

Oak  Run,  California. 

WOFFORD,  MARSHALL  R., 
R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Stuttgart,  Ark. 

WOOD,    THOMAS  J., 

633  E.  Monument  Ave.,  Dayton,  Ohio. 

YANCEY,  WILLIAM  H., 
Cottage  Grove,  Oregon. 


ATTACHED  TO  COMPANY 


CORPORALS 


MAHONEY,  THOMAS  R., 
461  Schuyler  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 


MCKNIGHT,  ANDREW  j., 

Redding,  Calif. 


OVERSON,  RAY  E., 
Lava,  Hot  Springs,  Idaho. 

BERRY,  ISAAC  O., 
Meeker,  Colo. 

BROWN,  CHARLES  L., 
Pingree,  Idaho. 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 

BUOL,  OTTO  J., 

loth  &  Madison  Sts.,  Oregon  City,  Ore. 
GUMMING,  ALEX  J., 

Yo Semite,  California. 
PELLEGRIN,  LOUIS  G., 
335  First  St.,  Windsor  Hotel,  Richmond, 

Calif. 
WINDLEY,  VERNEST  F.,  St.  Charles,  Idaho. 


Company   "C" 


CAPTAIN 
HELLMERS,  WALTER,  646  East  228th  St.,  Bronx,  New  York  City,  N.  Y. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANT 
BARRETT,  H.  LESTER,  641  Post  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 

FATZ,  JOHN  J.,  SCHOLZ,  RUDOLPH  J., 

109  N.  New  Jersey  Ave.,  Atlantic  City,  801  North  Central  Ave.,  Medford,  Ore. 

N.J. 

FIRST  SERGEANT 

ANDERSON,  PETER,  Gen.  Del.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
ELLIS,  BOYD  B.,  Mason,  Nev. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 
JEWELL,  TEDDY  B.,  Davy,  West  Va. 

SERGEANTS 

BUFF,  MAX  R.,  LEWIS,  E.  WARREN, 

4182  i7th  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif.  1435  Peach  St.,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 

CHODUR,  PAUL,  MARRS,  EDWIN  W.,  Jr., 

c/o  Mrs.  Anna  Benda,   1034  W.  aoth  c/o  Bartlesville  Inter.  Railway  Com., 

Place,  Chicago,  111.  Bartlesville,  Oklahoma. 

HEALY,  OLIVER,  MORRIS,  CHARLES, 

c/o  Mrs.  Elizabeth  Healy,  181  Walnut  c/o  James  Downing,  Gen.  Del.,  Stock- 

St.,  Holyoke,  Mass.  ton,  Calif. 

HILL,  HARRY  A.,  MURPHY,  LAWRENCE  C., 

c/o  George   Hill,   Morris   Plains,    New  36i  Grove  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

Jersey.  NUHN,  JAMES  T., 

KOTCZ    ANTONI  Company  "C,  "  I2th  U.  S.  Infantry, 

c/o  Stanley  Kotcz,   1538  Duckson  St.,  OWENS,  ARTHUR, 

Chicago,  111.  c/o  Edward  Owens,  Lincoln,  Calif. 

CORPORALS 

CAMPBELL,  WESLEY  A.,  CLARY,  JACK  E., 

c/o  Kenneth  Campbell,  512  E.  "  D  "  St.,          c/o  Mrs.  R.  C.  Kingsley,  Touchet,  Wash. 
Iron  Mountain,  Mich. 

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CORPORALS  (Continued) 


DEL  RE,  LE  ROY, 

225  N.  "L"  St.,  Tulare,  Calif. 
DIAL,  CHARLES  B. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Garfield,  Wash. 
ELLIS,  FRANK  W., 

Kendrick,  Idaho. 
HAFER,  RAYMOND  J., 

228  Sycamore  St.,  Dayton,  Ohio. 
HOLST,  ALBERT  M. 

1461  West  Temple  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Cal. 
LOFSTAD,  CARL  R., 

1805  Jackson  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
McLEOD,  NORMAN, 

805  Fourth  Ave.,  Stornoway,  Scotland. 
MILLER,  LESLIE  A., 

Gilroy,  Calif. 
MOORE,  JOHN  E., 

2928  Inyo  St.  Fresno,  Calif. 
MOORE,  JOHN  S., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  95,  Lewiston,  Ida. 
NIELSEN,  WALTER  M., 

Manton,  Tehama  County,  Calif. 

HACKER,  MIKE, 


NIEMELA,  CHARLES  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  20,  Astoria,  Ore. 
OSBURN,  EARL, 

Lowry,  Oklahoma. 
PATTERSON,  OSIE  Y., 

2309  Harlem  St.,  Joplin,  Mo. 
PHINNEY,  CHARLES  E., 

Lincoln,  Calif. 
PINNOCK,  ERNEST  C., 

Stephens  Hotel,  Seattle,  Wash. 
REDICK,  ARLIE  R.  O., 

Box  724,  Snohomish,  Wash. 
SENTER,  PERRY  A., 

Midvale,  Idaho. 
STEPHENS,  ROY  C., 

703  Sixth  St.,  Redlands,  Calif. 
TEAGUE,  ALFRED  A., 

Jay,  Oklahoma  Grove,  Okla. 
WELLS,  THOMAS  H., 

1567  Emerson  St.,  Denver,  Colo. 
WHEELER,  EUGENE  L., 

520  E.  7th  St.,  Pawhuska,  Okla. 
Jr.,  Susanville,  Calif. 


COOKS 


APSLEY,  CLAUD, 

493  Eddy  Hotel,  Adrian,  San  Francisco, 

Calif. 
LEONCINI,  JOE, 

1165  Republican  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


MAKER,  WILLIAM  E., 

c/o  Mrs.  Katherine  Maher,  173  "D," 

Valencia  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
REEDER,  JOHN, 

Oroville,  Wash. 


MECHANICS 


GREER,  BENJAMIN   J., 

Bertrand,  Missouri. 
MENGELOPOLOS,  JOHN  A., 

2107 }£  First  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


SMITH,  FRED  M.  (istCl.), 
Weiser,  Idaho. 


TUCKER,  WILLIAM  H. 

Council,  Idaho. 
WILSON,  ALFRED  L., 

Lane,  Oklahoma. 


BUGLERS 


PRIVATES— 

ALDRICH,  HOLLIS  F., 

1416  Broadway  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
BERG,  ROBERT  L., 

Birkenfeld,  Ore. 
BOLLER,  EMIL  S. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Potlatch,  Idaho. 
BRADLEY,  ROBERT  L., 

Fall  City,  Ore. 
CARPENTER,  GEORGE  O., 

Moscow,  Idaho. 


OSWALD,  HENRY, 

Ruff,  Wash. 

FIRST  CLASS 

CLARK,  CHARLES  W., 

121  North  loth  Ave.,  Phoenix,  Arizona. 
CROSS,  ROGER  P., 

R.    F.    D.    No.   2,   c/o  George    Hallis, 

Temple,  Ariz. 
EVANS,  AUGUSTUS  A., 

Route    No.    2,    North    Central    Ave., 
Phoenix,  Ariz. 

FEHT,  HERMANN  P., 

1579  Ninth  Ave.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 


Company  "C" 


365 


PRIVATES— FIRST 

GRANNES,  WALTER  B., 

322  N.  24th St.,  Billings,  Montana. 
HAMILTON,  ROBBIE  C., 

331   Monte  Diablo  Ave.,  San   Mateo, 

Calif. 
HICKS,  FREDERICK  L. 

R.  F.  D.  No.   i,    Healsburg,    Sonoma 

County,  Calif. 
HILBY,  WILLIAM  L., 

Kiesling,  Wash. 
JONES,  HERMAN  V., 

752  E.  1 8th  St.,  Eugene,  Ore. 
KOGER,  SAMUEL  A., 

R.  F.  D.(  No.  2,  Pickering,  Mo. 
LE  GRANT,  WASHINGTON  L, 

R.  "A,  "  Box  208,  Parlier,  Calif. 
LEVY,  BEN, 

1761  Van  Ness  Ave.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
MARCUSE,    THEODORE  M., 

3711  E.  Gales  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
McGEE,  HUGH  J., 

198  Precita  Ave.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

MCLAUGHLIN,  HUGH  c. 

3153  Balch  Ave.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
McMANUS,  THOMAS  W., 

Bakersfield,  Calif. 
MULKEY,  MARION  C., 

Dos  Palos,  Merced  County,  Calif. 
MULLANEY,  CHARLES  A., 

103  Rockland  St.,  New  Bedford,  Mass. 
NEWMAN,  WILLIAM  J., 

Midvale,  Idaho. 
NILSEN,  NILS  M., 

4416  North  30th  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 

NOYES,  JASON  E. 

Colorado  Springs,  Colorado. 


CLASS  (Continued) 

OSTBERG,  EINER  J., 

Clarks  Fork,  Idaho. 
OXBOROUGH,  RUFUS  W., 

2706  2 ist  St.,  Everett,  Wash. 
PERKINS,  PERRY  I., 

Weiser,  Ida. 

PETERSON,  FRANK  E., 

2208  W.  67th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

REMBERT,  WILLARD  D., 
Weiser,  Ida. 

SHAW,  ROY  J., 
Council,  Idaho. 

SHERRILL,  SELMER  E., 

Braggs,  Okla. 
STOLLER,  WILLIAM, 

Carson,  N.  Dakota. 
SUTTON,  FRANK, 

Midvale,  Ida. 
SWACKER,  CLARENCE  D., 

Burns,  Ore. 
TURNER,  ROBERT  L., 

Powell,  Okla. 
WATKINS,  OSCAR  O., 

Box  295,  Madill,  Okla. 
WEST,  FORREST  B., 

Idabel.Okla. 
WEST,  JOE  A., 

Strang,  Okla. 
WHITETAIL,  JOHN  P., 

109  E.  I3th  St.,  Pawhuska,  Okla. 
WINKLER,  ERNEST  W., 

Council,  Ida. 
WOOLBRIGHT,  ERNEST  B., 

713  So.  "B"  St.,  Muskogee,  Okla. 
WRIGHT,  EARL  C., 

Wynona.Okla. 


PRIVATES 


ABERNATHY,  ROY  J., 

Etna  Mills,  Siskiyou  County,  Calif. 
AGRELL,  HOWARD, 

Moscow,  Ida. 
APA,  FRANCISCO, 

280  ist  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
ATKINSON,  DANIEL  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Eufaula,  Ala. 
ATSMAN,  ALEX, 

78  Summer  St.,  Chelsea,  Mass. 
BAERTSCHIGER,  EDWARD, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  53,  El  Monte,  Calif. 
BAKKEN,  CARL  O., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  14,  Moscow,  Ida. 


BERGMAN,  JOHN  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Gaston,  Ore. 
BOLON,  ERNEST, 

Kindrick,  Ida. 
BOOKER,  THOMAS  W., 

Mountain  Park,  Okla. 
BOZOIN,  MISHAG, 

175  East  Elm  St.,  Canton,  111. 
BURKLUND,  JOEL, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  20,  Troy,  Ida. 
CAULFIELD,  WILLIAM  H., 

733  Madison  St.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
CLASSEN,  ARNOLD  G., 

Beaverton,  Ore. 


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PRIVATES  (Continued) 


COCHRANE,  EUGENE, 

Harvard,  Ida. 
COLBERT,  HOLMES  H., 

1284  West  Davis  Ave.,  Sulphur,  Okla. 
COLES,  OTTO  H., 

Gen.  Del.,  Tama,  Iowa. 
COON,  JERRY  A., 

Willowemock,  Sullivan  County,  N.  Y. 
COTTRELL,  JEHROME  L., 

Cor.  9th  &  Kawaeh  St.,  Hanford,  Calif. 
DARBY,  LANDO  F., 

Tillamook,  Ore. 
DARR,  OTTO  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Deary,  Ida. 
DAVIS,  HOWARD  G., 

Carrollton,  Ala. 
DAWSON,  FOY  F., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Rupert,  Ida. 
DEVENPORT,  JESSE  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Evant,  Texas. 
DU  BOSE,  WALTER  R., 

2417  North  Hunter  St.,  Stockton,  Calif. 
DUNAVIN,  WADE, 

Putnam  County,  Cookeville,  Tenn. 
ECKLE,  CHARLES, 

499  East  Seventh  St.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 

ERICKSON,  WALTER  J., 
Dallas,  Polk  County,  Ore. 

FRITZ,  CHARLES  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  25,  Box  12,  Peoria  County, 

Princeville,  111. 
GALIANO,  ANTONIO, 

1217  Southerns  St.,  South  Part,  Seattle, 

Wash. 
GANT,  EVERETT  E., 

Greenwood,  Arkansas. 
GERMAN,  LEE  M., 

Santa  Maria,  Santa  Barbara  Co.,  Calif. 
GHIORSO,  JOSEPH, 

Sonora,  Toulumne  Co.,  Calif. 

GIOVANNETTI,  LEONI, 

528  Ivy  Ave.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

GIOVANNETTI,  MIRO, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  627,  Santa  Rosa, 
Sonoma  County,  Calif. 

GIUFFRA,  ALVIN  A., 
Mokelumne  Hill,  Calif. 

GLUNZ,  JOHN, 

566  Winslow  Ave.,  Buffalo,  N.  Y. 

GOODCHILD,  ALLAN  C., 
Sisquoc,  Santa  Barbara  Co.,  Calif. 


GRAVES,  ROLLAND  B., 

Box  271,  Ash  ton,  Ida. 
HALFACRE,  WILLIAM  D., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Ruka,  111. 
HALLOCK,  GEORGE  M., 

Monterey,  Calif. 
HANEY,  BRYAN, 

Buford,  Arkansas. 
HARBOUR,  FRANKLIN  L., 

Box  127,  Ellis,  Kansas. 
HICKS,  MILTON, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Healdsburg,  Calif. 
HOFFMAN,  JOSEPH  M., 

Box  703,  Bartlesville,  Okla. 

HOLBROOK;  WILLARD  D., 

Gushing,  Texas. 
HUILHAMET,  PIERRE  F., 

Hollister,  San  Benito  County,  Calif. 
KELLY,  JOHN, 

Jamestown,  Calif. 
KENNEDY,  PALMER  L., 

Dwikee,  Baker  Co.,  Ore. 
KERNAHAN,  OLIVER, 

Roy,  Wash. 
KNOUSE,  CHARLES  E., 

Emmett,  Ida. 
KOCH,  ABE  J., 

Coburg,  Ore. 
LAAM,  PRATT  A., 

Oak,  Calif. 
LANCASTER,  JAMES  H., 

Drain,  Ore. 
LANGENBECK,  FREDERICK  S., 

Bradley,  Calif. 
LESTER,  EDWARD  D., 

1345  M  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
LEWIS,  KANDIDO  R. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Box  71,  Santa  Rosa, 
Calif. 

LISH,  CHARLES  L., 

McCammon,  Bannock  County,   R.  F. 
D.  No.  I,  Idaho. 

LOCATELLI,  CESARE, 

Box  20,  Watsonville  Junction,  Monte- 
rey County,  Calif. 

LONDON,  SEYMOUR  L., 

1159  Rushton  Ave.,  Ogden,  Utah. 

LONG,  CLAY  W., 

300  North  D  St.,  Aberdeen,  Wash. 

LOUK,  JESSE  H., 
R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Pingree,  Ida. 


Company  "C" 


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PRIVATES 

MACK,  HARRY  C., 

Glasston,  Montana. 
MACKEY,  ORAN, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Box  23,  Georgetown, 

Seattle,  Washington. 
MADDIN,  MARCUS  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Box  19  C,  Muskogee, 

Oklahoma. 
MADOLE,  WARD  W., 

619  W.  2nd  Ave.,  Mitchell,  S.  Dakota. 
MAININI,  VITTORIO, 

Tiburan,  Marin  County,  Calif. 
MANLEY,  GEORGE  N., 

715 — 6th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
MARTIN,  ALAN  B., 

548— 2ist  St.,  Merced,  Calif. 
MARTIN,  ALDRED, 

Lyons,  Ore. 
MARTINOLE,  JOHN  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  53,  Baker,  Ore. 
MASON,  HARRY  E., 

Richland,  Ore. 
McADAM,  ROY  A., 

Route  A,  Box  201,  East  Fresno,  Calif . 
McCLURG,  WILLIAM  A., 

Baker,  Ore. 

MCDONALD,  CHARLES  E., 

Mohawk,  Lane  County,  Ore. 

MCDONALD,  JOHN  w. 

Sequim,  Wash. 
McGRATH,  WILLIAM  P., 
Cheyenne,  Wyo. 

MCLEAN,  DONALD  w., 

(Unknown.) 
McMILLEN,  JOE, 
Winchester,  Ida. 

MELTON,  RAYMOND  C., 
Oak  Run,  Calif. 

MESSINGER,  MANUEL  E., 

212  Broadway  North,  Seattle,  Wash. 

MICHENER,  WALTER  P., 

1012    East    McKinley   Ave.,    Sapulpa, 
Okla. 

MILLER,  CLAUD  H., 

1051^3  North  Cherokee  St.,  Muskogee, 
Oklahoma. 

MILLER,  WILLIAM  L., 
Whynot,  Miss. 

MINNICK,  GEORGE, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,   c/o  J.   A.    Minnick, 
Wenatchee,  Wash. 


(Continued) 

MITCHELL,  LINCOLN, 

3267  Grant  Ave.,  Ogden,  Utah. 
MITCHELL,  WILLIAM  A., 

Wheatland,  Calif. 
MONKS,  DAVE, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  McCurtain,  Okla. 
MONTELEONE,  FURTONATO, 

1735  North  6th  St.,  Salem,  Ore. 
MONTONO,  HIGINIO, 

Miera,  New  Mexico. 
MOSS,  RUSSELL  L., 

Hominy,  Okla. 
NELMS,  HUBERT, 

Kingston,  Okla. 
NEWTON,  ARTIE  R., 

488  North  Commercial  St.,  Salem,  Ore. 
NILSON,  ALVIN  E., 

Omak,  Wash. 
NORRELL,  PAUL  V., 

Ada,  Oklahoma. 
O'CONNOR,  JOHN  J., 

369 — sth  Ave.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
OLSON,  CARL  P., 

Melville,  Ore. 
OSTER,  JACOB, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Payette,  Ida. 
PAPPAS,  PETER, 

Billings,  Montana. 
PARKER,  JOHN  C., 

Panama,  Oklahoma. 
PETERSON,  HENRY  J., 

Omak,  Wash. 
PETTY,  GEORGE, 

584— I2th  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
PICKLESIMER,  JASON, 

Burns,  Ore. 
PLATZ,  JOHN  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  New  Plymouth,  Ida. 
PREAS,  FRED  H., 

Center  Junction,  Iowa. 
PRESCHNER,  PAUL  J., 

Summer,  Wash. 

QUANDT,  FRANKLIN  E., 
305  Pine  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

RAY,  THOMAS  R., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Bonanza,  Arkansas. 

RICHARDSON,  DWIGHT, 

c/o    Fullerton-Stuart    Lbr.    Company, 
Okmulgee,  Oklahoma. 

ROBERSON,  WALTER  R., 
5601  Cedar  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 


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PRIVATES 

ROBINSON,  ROY  B., 

c/o  Mrs.  G.  H.  Sherburne,  Pocatello, 

Ida. 
ROWLANDS,  DAVID   W., 

c/o  Mrs.  J.  O.  Haries,  Molson,  Wash. 
RUGGLES,  DONALD  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Ballantine,  Montana. 
RUTHERFORD,  AUDIE  E., 

Alsboro,  Ala. 
RYAN,  WILLIAM  M., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  38,  Weiser,  Ida. 
SADILLO,  EUSABIO, 

Lincoln,  New  Mexico. 
SAZENSKI,  MICHEAL, 

1710  4th  St.,  N.  E.,  Minneapolis,  Minn. 
SELLERS,  JAMES  R., 

Inverness,  Ala. 
SIMS,  THOMAS  B., 

Complete,  Miss. 
SMITH,  HENRY  H., 

R.  F.  D.  "B,"  60x41,  Iconious,  Mo. 

SNIDER,  ERIC  C.f 

Indian  Valley,  Ida. 
SNYDER,  JOHN  C., 

Weiser,  Ida. 
STIPPICH,  JAMES  C., 

Midvale,  Ida. 
STOREY,  CLAUDE  B., 

Wainwright,  Okla. 
TALLMAN,  JACOB, 

Momence,  Illinois. 
TAYLOR,  EMERSON, 

216  West  St.,  Walnut,  Calif. 
THROCKMORTON,  SAMUEL  J., 

Okmulgee,  Oklahoma. 
THURMAN,  JOE, 

Ellenwood,  Ga. 
TIDEMAN,  HENRY  P., 

Baltic,  South  Dakota. 


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TOMLINSON,  HARRY, 

Fruitvale,  Ida. 
TYLER,  JULIUS  J., 

Walls,  Oklahoma. 
VERNA,  FRANK, 

744  E.  2i4th  St.,  Bronx,  N.  Y.  C.,  N.  Y. 
WALKER,  LOUIS  E., 

Memphis,  Texas. 
WATSON,  CHARLES  C., 

329  West  32nd  St.,  Savannah,  Ga. 
WEATHERS,  JOHNIE  R., 

Wordville,  Oklahoma. 
WELDON,  ISAAC, 

Checotah,  Oklahoma. 
WELLS,  LUEY  M., 

Hulbert,  Oklahoma. 
WENDELL,  OSWALD  J., 

Mason  Route,  Box  57,  Fredericksburg, 

Texas. 
WEREMEY,  JOHN, 

1702  Springwells  Ave.,  Detroit,  Mich. 

WHITTINGTON,  JACK, 
Tahlequah,  Oklahoma. 

WILLIAMS,  FRANK, 

Dayton,  Ga. 
WILLIAMS,  WALTER, 

Green  River,  Wyo. 

WITT,  PERCY  O., 
Heavener,  Oklahoma. 

WREN,  GEORGE  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  83,  Boswell,  Okla. 

WRIGHT,  CLAUD  M., 
Sulphur,  Oklahoma. 

WRIGHT,  WILLIAM, 
3713  Lancaster  Ave.,  West  Philadelphia, 
Pa. 

ZANPEDRO,  JOSEPH  P., 
Mineral,  Ida. 


MEN  ATTACHED    TO   COMPANY 
PRIVATES 


BENNETT,  CHARLES  R., 

(Unknown.) 
BLOOM,  HAROLD  F., 

4811  North  Quine  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
GARDNER,  ELMER  C., 

Eureka,  Calif. 
GUDEMAN,  WILLIAM  H., 

Mount  Vernon,  South  Dakota. 


JAMES,  ALVIN  D., 

Park  Valley,  Utah. 
MYERS,  HOWARD, 

Galesburg,  111. 
NORMAN,  JONAS, 

225  I  Street,  Eureka,  Calif. 
THOMASSEN,  HAAKON, 

Eureka,  Calif. 


Company  UD" 


CAPTAIN 
FAIRCHILD,  R.  P.,  U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O.,  Washington,  D.  C. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANT 
HOUSE,  M.  J.,  Riverside,  Calif. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 

HARP,  T.  R.,  GARVY,  P.  H., 

U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O.,  Washington,  D.  C.          U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O.f  Washington, D.C. 
DICKINSON,  R.  W.,  U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O.,  Washington,  D.  C. 

FIRST  SERGEANT 
MAHON,  JOHN  C.,  R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Princeton,  South  Carolina. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
CARNES,  JESSE  L.,  1625  Polk  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 
GREENAN,  JOHN  G.,  74  North  Adams  Ave.,  Blackfoot,  Idaho. 

SERGEANTS 

OHLMAN,  ANTON,  RUMORA,  JACOB  P., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry,  Co.  "D."  Box  37,  Donora,  Pa. 

DONOHUE,  THOMAS  J.,  ORT,  JERRY  R., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry,  Co.  "D."  1417  S.  Harding  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 

TERRILL,  JOHN,  REVALLIER,  MARTIE  E., 

San  Luis  Obispo,  Calif.  San  Jos£,  Calif. 

PEMBERTON,  LLOYD  A.,  SWEENEY,  PATRICK  J., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry,  Co.  "D."  44  Hillard  St.,  Wilkes-Barre,  Pa. 

KIRK,  JAMES  S.,  MITCHELL,  FRANK  L., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry,  Co.  "D."  1156  N.  Ophir  St.,  Stockton,  Calif. 

GOFF,  BEN,  300  N.  Hitchcock  St.,  Hobart,  Okla. 

CORPORALS 

GROSSMAN,  ADOLPH,  WETTLEY,  ARTHUR  H., 

1908  S.  Levitt  St.,  Chicago,  111.  Maquoketa,  Iowa. 

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CORPORALS 

SEGNARI,  FRANCISCO, 

Berndino,  Italy. 
FINNERTY,  WALTER, 

441  S.  Main  St.,  Jersey  Shore,  Pa. 
LAWRENCE,  IRA  F., 

Royalton,  Minn. 
STEWART,  JOHN  H., 

Strathmore,  Calif. 
ROLSTON,  REUBEN, 

El  Monte,  Calif. 
TROLSON,  NEIL  W., 

Buckley,  Wash. 
CLINE,  CARL  G., 

416  E.  63d  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

LARSON,  ARTHUR  L., 

1 1 10  gth  St.,  Shawnee,  Okla. 
THOMSON,  HARRY  J.f 

120  Ellis  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

LANE,  AUSIE  A., 

602  N.  Park  St.,  Shawnee,  Okla. 
CAMMACK,  NATHAN  E., 

1512  W.  58th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
DOBSON,  FREDRICK  P., 

3408  33d  Ave.,  South  Seattle,  Wash. 
KELLEY,  THOMAS  C., 

Toronto,  Kansas. 
CARNEY,  GEORGE  P., 

714  Willow  St.,  Pendleton,  Ore. 


( Continued i 

SOLGARD,  ALBERT, 

61  West  St.,  Salinas,  Calif. 
STADILLE,  CHARLEY, 

1614  E.  52d  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

PHINES,  JOHN  K., 

803  Kearney  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

WILLIAMS,  MONROE, 

Willow  Springs,  Mo. 
PETERSON,  HAROLD  E.  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Ripton,  Calif. 
NELSON,  REYNOLDS  W.f 

1611  S.  Helmers  St.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
STOKES,  ROBERT  C., 

St.  Helens,  Ore. 
BALLARD,  LEWIS  F., 

Conville,  Idaho. 
GAGE,  MORRIS  T.f 

1206  Republican  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
FOOTILL,  CLARENCE  E., 

219  S.  Cherry  St.,  Muncie,  Indiana. 
WILSON,  OLIVER, 

310  S.  8th  St.,  Madera,  California. 
JOHNSON,  CARL  P., 

641  E.  26th  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
LEWIS,  JAMES  E., 

Lyman,  Wash. 

TUTEN,  ENNIS  S., 
Steptoe,  Wash. 


COOKS 


CAHILL,  FRED  B., 
Leavenworth,  Wash. 

GIORDANA,  ANDREW, 
Turin,  Italy. 


THOME,  PETER, 

735  Bennett  St.,Glenwood  Springs.Colo. 
WAH,  LEE, 

Box  263,  Lemoore,  Calif. 


HAWLEY,  LLOYD  E., 
Box  43,  Wallace,  Idaho. 

JOHNSON,  EDWARD, 
Klipsan,  Wash. 


MECHANICS 


KEECH,  ELROY, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  102,  Kent,  Wash. 
MARTAN,  WENZEL, 

5253  Winchester  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 


BUGLERS 


REINSCH,  WALTER  G., 

166  Palm  Ave.,  Brookland,  New  York. 


WALLACE,  LOGAN, 
Des  Moines,  Iowa. 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


AMATO,  JOSEPH, 

426  E.  loth  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
BAKER,  JOHN  E., 

Adamson,  Okla. 


BENNISSON,  GEORGE  W. 
Waverley,  Wash. 

BERG,  EDMUND  E., 
Latah,  Wash. 


Company  "D" 


37i 


PRIVATES— FIRST 

BLUE,  MARK  R., 

New  Bridge,  Ore. 
BONACCI,  FRANK, 

1002  S.  Peoria  St.,  Chicago,  111. 
BURKLAND,  AXEL, 

Deary,  Idaho. 
BURNS,  JOHN  R., 

Rockport,  Mo. 
CAMPBELL,  ROBERT  M., 

Sheridan,  Ore. 
CHILCUTT,  LAYTON  S., 

Ada,  Okla. 
COMPTON,  FLOY  M., 

212  E.  Duke  St.,  Hugo,  Okla. 
COMPTON,  GROVER  C., 

c/o  Capitol  Hotel,  Bois£,  Ida. 
CUMMINS,  STEVE  A., 

Scipio,  Okla. 
CUTLIP,  GUY  A., 

Marshfield,  Ore. 
DIG.GS,  ALONZO  F., 

Tishomingo,  Okla. 
DOW,  WILFRED  N., 

Clear  Lake,  Wash. 
DUFFY,  LAWRENCE  E., 

1917  E.  Washington,  Portland,  Ore. 
DUVALL,  GEORGE  W., 

1624  Charlotte  St.,  Kansas  City,  Mo. 

ERICKSON,  INGVAL  O., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Arlington,  Wash. 
EVANS,  ELLSWORTH  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Shawnee,  Oklahoma. 
FARLEY,  ROBERT  C., 

Box  6,  Asher,  Okla. 
FISH,  GROVER  C., 

Stonewall,  Okla. 
FRANCISCOVICH,  EMILE  G., 

967  Bellmont  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
FRENCH,  CLAYBORNE  C., 

Red  Oak,  Oklahoma. 
GEST,  REUBEN  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  27,  Sunnyside,  Wash. 

HAYES,  GROVER  B., 

925  Waverley  St.,  Palo  Alto,  Calif. 
HOLLEN,  ROY, 

Box  242,  Nez  Perce,  Idaho. 
HOLMES,  GEORGE  W., 

288  34th  St.,  Astoria,  Ore. 
INGLES,  EDWIN  W., 

181  Grand  Ave.,  Astoria,  Ore. 
JONNASSON,  OLE, 

Marvig,  S.  Stavenger,  Norway. 


CLASS  (Continued) 

KRUTSINGER,  PAUL  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Watsonville,  Calif. 
LANDIN,  BARNARD  L., 

Route  No.  2,  East  Stan  wood,  Washing- 
ton. 
LANE,  JOHN  C., 

Adamson,  Okla. 
LEWIS,  THOMAS  E., 

Haleyville,  Okla. 
LIDDEARD,  GEORGE  W., 

959  West  ist  North  St.,  Provo,  Utah. 
MOEN,  LEWIS  O., 

4601  6th  Ave.,  South  Seattle,  Washing- 
ton. 
MOHRMANN,  PETE, 

Ferndale,  Wash. 
MONK,  HARLEY  A., 

2230  W.  59th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
SCHOPPERT,  JOHN, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  ii4A,  Clackamas, 

Ore. 
SCHWALL,  ALBERT  J., 

Cornelius,  Oregon. 
SELF,  TOM  M., 

Quail,  Texas. 
SHORT,  LELAND  K.f 

Box  283,  Hobart,  Okla. 
SMITH,  CHAS.  F., 

1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
TRIPLETT,  ERNEST  I., 

3215  isth  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
UHRICH,  CONRAD  R., 

504  W.  5th  St.,  Loveland,  Col. 
VANCE,  GILBERT, 

Dabob,  Wash. 
VIAENE,  FRANCIS  H., 

Sherwood,  Ore. 
WALSH,  JAMES  P., 

87  Summer  St.,  Summerville,  Mass. 
WATSON,  ELMER, 

195  E.  36th  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 

WHITE,  JACOB, 
Langlois,  Ore. 

WHITTLE,  ALVIE, 

1 122  Union  St.,  San  Diego,  Calif. 

WHITTLE,  FREDERICK  W., 

178    Maple    St.,    South    Manchester, 
Conn. 

WINGERT,  HARVEY  W., 
Bothell,  Wash. 

WRIGHT,  CLAUD  R., 

171  E.  8th  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 


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PRIVATES 


ABRAHAMSON,  ANTON, 

R.  No.  i,  Box  51,  Marshfield,  Ore. 
ADAMS,  GARNETT  W., 

Sopher,  Okla. 
ALEXANDER,  ARTHUR  O., 

Sunnyside,  Wash. 
ALVISO,  DANIEL  O., 

12  Park  St.,  Paso  Robels,  Calif. 

AMOTH,  JAMES, 

Svorkmo  P.  O.,  Via Trondlynn,  Norway. 

ANDERSON,  JOHN  G., 

Savanah,  Okla. 
ANGEL,  RHOE  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  26,  Garretsville,  Ohio. 
ANGELINE,  MAX  A., 

McMillan,  Wash. 
ARY,  JESS, 

Gowen,  Okla. 
AUVIL,  VIRGIL  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Hartford,  Wash. 
BAIR,  EVERETT, 

1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
BARNETT,  ALONZO, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Vienna,  111. 
BARWELL,  DELBERT  L., 

Aloe,  Mont. 
BAYER,  DAVE, 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
BLANCHARD,  WALLACE  F., 

Victor,  Idaho. 
BRANDEBERRY,  HARRY  M., 

Oreana,  Ida. 
BROCK,  WALTER  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Vollmer,  Ida. 
BROWN,  HENRY  W., 

Rosenberg,  Ore. 
BROWN,  WILLIAM  J., 

Boswell,  Oklahoma. 
BRUCE,  PETER, 

R.  F.  D.,  Box  1 32 A,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
BUCKNER,  LUTHER, 

Henrietta,  North  Carolina. 
BUGG,  ALBERT  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Box  2,  Tribbey,  Okla. 
BULLOCK,  GEORGE  S., 

X545  1 9th  Ave.,  South  Seattle,  Wash. 
BURGLAND,  GEORGE  P., 

819^  Mississippi  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
BURNS,  FLOYD  M., 

McAlester,  Oklahoma. 
CALDWELL,  JESSE  S., 

Wilburton,  Okla. 


CAPPELARI,  GIUSEPPE, 

1707  2oth  Ave.,  South  Seattle,  Wash. 
CAROTHERS,  ROY, 

Robinette,  Oregon. 
CARRICK,  SAMUEL  U., 

6522  58th  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
CARRIGER,  JOHN  R., 

Kiowa,  Okla. 
CESIDIO,  DESIPIO, 

Locos  Nemass  Aguila,  Italy. 
CLARK,  HARLEY  C., 

99O.K  Belmont  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
CLAUSEN,  GEORGE, 

Coquille,  Ore. 
COFFEE,  JOHN  L., 

Sedro  Woolley,  Wash. 

COMMISSO,  CARLO  A., 

Marina,  Italy. 
COMPTON,  FLOYD, 

Carbon,  Okla. 
CORDER,  HENRY  M., 

Crowder,  Okla. 
CROW,  WILLIAM  B., 

2310  Noise  Ave.,  Gadsen,  Ala. 
DEGROFF,  ABRAHAM  L., 

Franks,  Okla. 
DELIGANS,  CLOVIS  A., 

Gowen,  Okla. 
DENTON,  AUD, 

Wilburton,  Okla. 
DRIESTA,  ANDREW, 

Nauplia,  Greece. 
DUMM,  CLIFFORD  O., 

Halfway,  Wyo. 
ERICKSON,  ALEX  R., 

231  Commercial  Ave.,  Marshfield,  Ore. 
ERICKSON,  THOMAS  W., 

Bruneau,  Ida. 

ERIKSEN,  GUS, 

Box  52,  Lovelock,  Nevada. 
FANTELLE,  DOMINIE, 

1739  Bradner  Place,  Seattle,  Wash. 
FEWELL,  CLYDE  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  44,  Crowder  City, 
Okla. 

FIELD,  JOHN  H.  W., 

19  Sunnyside  Ave.,  Mill  Valley,  Calif. 

FINNELL,  GEORGE  N., 

2820     Connecticut     St.,     Bellingham, 
Washington. 

FISHER,  CHARLES  E., 
Healdsburg,  Calif. 


Company  "D 


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PRIVATES 

FOSTER,  WALTER  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Vancouver,  Wash. 
FUGETT,  JIM, 

Grant,  Okla. 
GALLAGHER,  JAMES, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  57,  Marysville, 

Wash. 
GALOSKI,  MIKE, 

Box  329,  Hartshorne,  Okla. 
GANT,  MACK  W., 

Gravel  Ford,  Ore. 
GENTRY,  SAM  N., 

U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O.,  Washington, 

D.  C. 
GEORGE,  JOSEPH, 

R.  F.  D.  B,  Box  430,  San  Jose,  Calif. 
GULLIKSON,  JOHN  S., 

Norman,  Wash. 
GILTNER,  JOHN  B., 

1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
GODFREY,  PETE  E., 

Haywood,  Okla. 
GORE,  ELZIE  W., 

R.  No.  3,  Box  52,  Livingston,  Tenn. 
GRAHAM,  PEARL  W., 

715  27th  St.,  Anacortes,  Wash. 

GREEN,  JOHN  A., 

Adamson,  Okla. 
GRUBBS,  JAMES  D.  R., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Hugo,  Oklahoma. 
HAMMOND,  FRANCIS  B., 

Francis,  Oklahoma. 
HAMMONTREE,  ELMER  W., 

Arch,  Okla. 
HARRIS,  EARL  K., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Box  76,  McAlester,  Okla. 
HART,  WARREN  A., 

517  Chicago  St.,  Caldwell,  Idaho. 
HASKELL,  LONNIE  D., 

1801  S.  American  St.,  Stockton,  Cal. 
HAYS,  CHARLES  C., 

Bridgeport,  Mono  County,  Calif. 
HAWKINS,  PORT  L., 

Hartshorne,  Okla. 
HEARD,  ASA, 

Box  84,  Kiowa,  Okla. 

HELMS,  JOSEPH  I., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Sparks,  Okla. 

HENRY,  CHARLES  E., 
Box  44,  Asher,  Okla. 

HOLBROOK,  ROBERT  L., 
Sweet,  Idaho. 


(Continued) 

HOUSER,  HARRY  C., 

Box  76,  Bridge,  Ore. 
HOWSLEY,  WILLARD  M., 

Kalispell,  Mont. 
HUDGINS,  JAMES  O., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Tecumseh,  Okla. 
ISAACS,  ELMER  W., 

Ruckels,  Ore. 

JACOBSON,  PAUL, 

R.  F.  D.,  Templeton,  North  Bend,  Ore. 
JENSEN,  LEWIS, 

1620  Orange  St.,  Bellingham,  Wash. 
JESSEN,  PAUL  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Cceur  d'Alene,  Idaho. 
JIROLMO,  JOHN, 

613  4th  Ave.,  S.  W.,  Puyallup,  Wash. 
JOHNSON,  BEN, 

6322  Maynard  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
JOHNSON,  JOHN, 

2128  S.  Aimsworth  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash- 
ington. 
JOSLIN,  LONNIE  B., 

Heloise,  Tenn. 
KATSIKAS,  KONSTANTINO  D., 

1406  Summit  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
KELLOGG,  GEORGE  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  34,  Pay  son,  Okla. 
KENDALL,  FRANK  D., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
KING,  ROBERT  M., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  81,  Tribbey,  Okla. 
KIRKPATRICK,  FERREN  E., 

Ravia,  Okla. 
KLINGER,  CHARLES, 

Route  No.  I,  Hoff,  Ore. 
KRUSE,  LOYD  C., 

R.  F.  D.  Box  72,  Roseberg,  Ore. 
LANGLEY,  GILBERT, 

Virgil,  Okla. 
LEDBETTER,  HOMER  D., 

Ada,  Oklahoma. 
MALINA,  JOSEPH, 

3011    South    Millard    Ave.,    Chicago, 

Illinois. 
MASTIN,  THOMAS  E., 

1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 

McCARLEY,  ELBERT  H., 
Route  No.  3,  Hartsells,  Ala. 

McCOY,  DAVID, 
368  E.  2d  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 

MCDONALD,  MILTON, 

Pittsburg,  Okla. 


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PRIVATES  (Continued) 


McMILLEN,  DANIEL, 

Winchester,  Idaho. 
McPHERSON,  RALPH  S., 

4107  Greenwood  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
MIDDAGH,  LEROY  D., 

200  Bassett  St.,  Petaluma,  Calif. 
MILLER,  RAY  F., 

Coquille,  Ore. 
MITCHELL,  JAMES  R., 

Starline,  Boswell,  Okla. 
MITCHELL,  ROBERT  C., 

815  W.  Grand,  Oklahoma  City,  Okla. 
MURPHY,  GEORGE  M., 

Adamson,  Okla. 
NASH,  ROY  L., 

Alderson,  Okla. 
NAVE,  JOHN  A., 

Scipio,  Okla. 
NICHOLSON,  DAN  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Varnell  Station,  Ga. 
POTTS,  JOSEPH, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I, Box  72,  Stevenson,  Ala. 
REID,  GEORGE  H., 

Box  C,  Twin  Bridges,  Mont. 
SANDELL,  WILLIAM  E., 

7717  N.  3Oth  St.,  Florence,  Neb. 
SCHMITZ,  ALEX  J., 

Box  55,  Sandy,  Ore. 
SCOTT,  CHARLES  U., 

Pullman,  Wash. 
SHARP,  ARTHUR  L., 

Huntsville,  Ala. 
SHELTON,  ROBERT  B., 

Ridgely,  Tenn. 
SHORT,  AMOS  F., 

Box  D,  Lewistown,  Mont. 

ZELICH,  DAN, 


SHORT,  ANDREW, 

Cavesprings,  Ga. 
SKEEN,  GEORGE, 

Macdoel,  Calif. 
SMITH,  BARDWELL  S., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Medford,  Ore. 
SMITH,  MICHAEL, 

758  Main  St.,  Sugar  Notch,  Pa. 
SMITHWICK,  THOMAS  T., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Moscow,  Idaho. 
SPRINGSTON,  FLOYD, 

Kendrick,  Idaho. 
STACK,  WILLIAM  H., 

Butte,  Montana. 
STARK,  ROBERT  GEORGE, 

2421  Duncan  St.,  Louisville,  Ky. 
STEWART,  ROBERT  GEORGE, 

R.  F.  D.   No.   C,  Box   58,    Hanford, 
Calif. 

STUDNIARZ,  JOHN  S., 

8127  Coles  Ave.,  South  Chicago,  111. 
TILLER Y,  ALONZO  B., 

Blotcher,  Saline  County,  Ark. 
TREMBLAY,  ALEXANDER  M., 

6403  Linden  Ave.,  West  Seattle,  Wash- 
ington. 

UNDERWOOD,  MARVIN, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  9,  Cottage  Grove,  Tenn. 
WAYNE,  WILLIAM, 

Ilo,  Idaho. 

WELLS,  VICTOR, 
Maysville,  Arkansas. 

WENSTROM,  VICTOR  C., 
Laurel,  Oregon. 

WILLIE,  NORMAN  H., 

Granite  Falls,  Wash. 
Winchester,  Idaho. 


Company   "E" 


CAPTAIN 
WHITTINGTON,  WILLIAM  E.,  743  American  Ave.,  Long  Beach,  California. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 

TODD,  ARTHUR  B.,  HEATH,  COLVIN, 

121  F,  West  Ave.,  Hutchinson,  Kan.  867  West  Third  St.,  Pomona,  Calif. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 

WEBSTER,  LYALL  D.,  ZIMMERMAN,  FRED  F., 

Santa  Paula,  Calif.  210  Cherry  St.,  Petaluma,  Calif. 

RICHARDSON,  GEORGE  F.,  R.F.D.  No.  i,  Box  155,  Ellensburg,  Wash. 

FIRST    SERGEANT 

WRIGHT,  SAMUEL  J.,  3911  Borden  St.,  Cincinnati,  Ohio. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
KLEIN,  JOHN  B.,  Paonia,  Colorado. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 
EPPLER,  FRED  M.,  Gans,  Okla. 

SERGEANTS 

BAGLEY,  FRED  R.,  OLLILA,  EDWARD, 

609  South  i6th  St.,  Boise1,  Ida.  213  East  Oak  St.,  Ironwood,  Mich. 

BROWN,  JOHN,  PARRINGTON,  JOHN,  Jr., 

Gardnerville,  Nevada.  22  Russett  Avenue,  Toronto,  Canada. 

CORCORAN,  JOHN  T.,  ROE,  ZOLLA  E., 

162  Chicago  St.,  Milwaukee,  Wis.  Bluffs,  Illinois. 

HAMBURGER,  EMANUEL,  SONNER,  EARL, 

310  Ninth  Ave.,  North,  Seattle,  Wash.  535  Webb  St.,  Hannibal,  Mo. 

LOWE,  WILLIAM  G.,  STONE,  WARNER  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  26,  Lynville,  Indiana.  Wheelen  Springs,  Arkansas. 

NICKERSON,  CHARLES  E.,  YORK,  JOSEPH, 

524    Commercial    St.,     Provincetown,  4222  W.  31  st  St.,  Chicago,  111. 
Mass. 

375 


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CORPORALS 


ALEXANDER,  EDWARD, 

471  W.  47th  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

ALLEN,  JOSEPH  W., 

401  38th  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
ANDERSON,  HANS  A.H., 

c/o  P.  Jorgenson,  6103   N.   38th  St., 

Omaha,  Neb. 
BIRDSELL,  LLOYD  E., 

Main  St.,  Milton,  Oregon. 

BRADFORD,  OLIN  R., 

305    Manzanita    Ave.,    Sierra    Madre, 

Calif. 
CLUFF,  LARRY  F., 

Mesa,  Arizona. 
CORBETT,  FOSHAY  M., 

Box  No.  491,  Montpelier,  Ida. 

EGAN,  ERNEST  R., 

470  Hasting  St.,  East,  Vancouver,  B.  C. 

FORD,  RALPH  R., 

Wabash,  Indiana. 
HAAS,  HENRY  J., 

c/o  Mrs.  E.  J.  Jones,  Clarion,  Iowa. 
HANSON,  CLARENCE  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  LosBanos,  Calif. 

JOHNSON,  WILLIAM, 

113  Walnut  Ave.,  Angel  Sea,  N.  J. 
KARR,  ALFRED  J.  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Deary,  Idaho. 
KLEBAIN,  MATTHEW  J., 

270  Hall  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
LOVRIN,  JOSEPH  G., 

761  Kansas  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
MALAVEY,  GEORGE, 

591  Alberta  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 


McVAY,  CLARENCE  E., 

1464  Liberty  St.,  Santa  Clara,  Calif. 
NORDWICK,  ARTHUR  R., 

Medford,  Oregon. 
NYBECK,  ARTHUR, 

No.  4  Mullen  Ave.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
PHILLIPS,  KENNETH  M., 

455  E.  Everett  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
PILAND,  WILLIAM  E., 

R.    F.    D.    No.    2,    Box  59,    Wapato, 

Washington. 
PILLSBURY,  ARCHIE  L., 

2836  i6th  Ave.,  West  Seattle,  Wash. 
PIPER,  WILFORD  H., 

Startup,  Washington. 
PLANT,  CLARENCE  E., 

918  West  46th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
PROKSA,  JOSEPH, 

1041  East  42nd  Place,  Chicago,  111. 
PRUSSING,  FRED, 

Ardmore,  111. 
RILEY,  WESLEY, 

5363  James  Ave.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
ROGER,  LEE  E., 

San  Jacinto,  Calif. 
RUMINSKI,  BRUCE  B., 

501  Division  St.,  Oregon  City,  Ore. 
SNYDER,  HENRY, 

Ouray,  Colo. 
SOLOMON,  SAM  M., 

118  South  Main  St.,   Salt  Lake  City, 

Utah. 
SWEITZER,  ROY, 

1220  Masonic  Ave.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 


COOKS 


HARRISON,  JAMES  P., 

658  West  North  Temple  St.,  Salt  Lake 

City,  Utah. 
HENDRICKSON,  MATT, 

SchellvUle,  Calif. 


JEZIERNY,  WALTER, 

2514  South  Whipple  St.,  Chicago,  111. 
RUSSELL,  FLOYD  E., 

Custer,  Washington. 


MECHANICS 


MASSINGER,  PHILIP, 

Hoff,  Oregon. 
PEASE,  WALDO, 

Marthesville,  Mo. 


PRICE,  HALLIE  E. 

Hillsboro,  Oregon. 
USKI,  JOE, 

Hurley,  Wisconsin. 


BUGLERS 


NEU,  WILLIAM  H., 
4561  Davison  Ave.,  St.  Louis,  Mo. 


MARTINEZ,  PEDRO  F., 
Wagon  Mound,  New  Mexico. 


Company  "E" 


377 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


ADAMS,  CLIFFORD  E., 

1965  South  First  Ave., Long  Beach.Calif. 

ALDEN,  LYNN  A., 

726  North  Sixth  St.,  Payette,  Ida. 
ARELLANES,  WILLIAM  H., 

Imperial,  Calif. 
COOPER,  OLIVER  R., 

El  Reno,  Oklahoma. 
CRAWFORD,  SLOAN  H., 

c/o  B.  P.  O.  E.  Club,  Phoenix,  Arizona. 
DUNAVAN,  EMMET  C., 

306  North  Arthur  St.,  Pocatello,  Ida. 
EGAN,  LAWRENCE  P., 

Havelock,  Neb. 
GAIKOWSKI,  JOHN, 

Webster,  South  Dakota. 
GREELEY,  JOSEPH  C., 

131  Albion  Ave.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
HENSLEY,  JACOB  E., 

207  South  Ave.,  1 8,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
HILLS,  KENNETH  C., 

59  Dudley  Ave.,  Venice,  Calif. 
JOHNSON,  VICTOR  M., 

Wallace,  Idaho. 
KELLOGG,  JAMES, 

Box  No.  363,  McCloud,  Calif. 
LEE,  RICHARD  H., 

427  East  Market  St.,  Kittanning,  Pa. 
LUCAS,  OLIVER  P., 

1082  Front  St.,  Portland,  Oregon. 
LUTTENBERGER,  JOHN, 

1838  East  36th  Ave.,  Denver,  Colo. 

MARTIN,  IRA, 

Indian  Valley,  Idaho. 
MAXWELL,  CHARLES  A., 

Roosevelt,  Calif. 
McKEE,  FLOYD  E., 

Jacksonville,  Ore. 
McLEAN,  CLINTON, 

315    Vincent   Court,    Salt    Lake   City, 
Utah. 


MINELLI,  UMBERTO, 

Zocca,  Italy. 
NAGEL,  WILLIAM  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  C,  Box  No.  187,  Tulare, 
Calif. 

NELSON,  OSCAR  M., 

107  First  Ave.,  North,  Seattle,  Wash. 
NICHOLS,  HARVEY  P., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  146,  Seattle,  Wash. 
NOLAN,  JOHN  B., 

Sedro-Woolley,  Washington. 
ODDOUS,  JOHN  J., 

344  South  Alameda  St.,  Los  Angeles, 

Calif. 
PACER,  FRANK  F., 

213  Fifth  St.  &  Railroad  Ave.,  Oregon 

City,  Ore. 
POINDEXTER,  THOMAS  E., 

Farmington,  Wash. 
REA,  BURLEY  M., 

Amarillo,  Texas. 
RIVERA,  ALEXANDER  M., 

1030  East  Moreland  St.,  Phoenix,  Ariz. 
SIGTRIG,  RAGNAR, 

6904  28th  Ave.,  N.  W.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
SMITH,  ANGUS, 

Marysville,  Washington. 
SMITH,  FLOYD  E., 

Oakland,  Ore. 
SORENSON,  RICHARD  S., 

Ovid,  Bear  Lake  County,  Idaho. 
TIMM,  CARL  L., 

Leadville,  Colorado. 
VEUM,  OTTO, 

506  E.  8th  St.,  Moscow,  Idaho. 

VITAGLIANO,  CARL, 

1049  Magnolia  Ave.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

WATSON,  ALLEN, 
Moscow,  Idaho. 

WILSON,  JOHN  F., 

227  Chatman  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 


PRIVATES 


ALBRECHTS,  FRED  W., 

Greenview,  111. 
ALLIES,  JOHN  W., 

Soda  Springs,  Idaho. 
ANDERSON,  GUSTAV  B., 

687  E.  82nd  St.,  North,  Portland,  Ore. 
ANDREASON,  FRANK, 

Indian  Diggings,  Calif. 


ASHLEY,  LARRY  G., 

Lorenzo,  Texas. 
BENGER,  FRANCIS  G., 

267  4th  Ave.,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 
BLACKBURN,  EARL, 

Soda  Springs,  Idaho. 
BLOW,  WALTER  C., 

Elliston,  Montana. 


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PRIVATES  (Continued) 


BROCKSCHMIDT,  WILLIAM  F., 
432  nth  Ave.,  North,  Seattle,  Wash. 

BROOKS,  SIDNEY  B., 
Booneville,  Miss. 

CALER,  CLARENCE  P., 
Soda  Springs,  Idaho. 

CHANDLER,  THOMAS  D., 

1301  Irving  St.,  South  Berkeley,  Calif. 

CHIODA,  SAM., 

2314  East  Hartson  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 

CLARK,  JOHN  E., 
Haines,  Ore. 

COBB,  IRVIN, 

1306  E.  Union  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

COOK,  CLARE  C., 

5219  5ist  Ave.,  South,  Seattle,  Wash. 

COOK,  JOHN  T., 
Blakeley,  Minnesota. 

COX,  IRA  V., 
Barnes,  Ore. 

CRANE,  HEBER  C. 

Bennington,  Idaho. 

CULLIGAN,  CHARLES  J., 

North  Powder,  Ore. 
CULVER,  WILLIAM  E., 

Atascadero,  Calif. 
DALBY,  CLEON  E., 

Driggs,  Idaho. 
DALESSI,  LOUIS  F., 

Oceano,  San  Luis  Obispo  County,  Calif. 
DAVIS,  LEO  E., 

206  Minor  Ave.,  North,  Seattle,  Wash. 
DAVIS,  THOMAS  S., 

256  West  5th  South  St.,  Salt  Lake  City, 

Utah. 
DEAN,  MARVIN  B., 

Medical  Springs,  Ore. 
DOBRENTEI,  HARRY  F., 

Powell  Butte,  Ore. 
DOELLING,  HUGO  L.  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Venedy,  111. 
DUKE,  GEORGE  R., 

Halfway,  Ore. 
DUNKIN,  WILLIAM  A., 

Plad,  Missouri. 
ELBERT,  LESTER  J., 

Forrest,  111. 
ELLIS,  JOHN  J., 

832  West  Ohio  St.,  Chicago,  111. 
ESCALLIER,  PIERRE  P., 

137  South  Third  St.,  Pocatello,  Ida. 


FLETCHER,  SAMUEL  E., 
Creighton,  Neb. 

FOREY,  RAY  W., 

3827    25th    Ave.,    Southwest,    Seattle, 
Wash. 

GAY,  SAMUEL  H., 
Trenton,  Florida. 

HALL,  CHARLES  A., 

4515  North  30th  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 

HANSON,  OSCAR  M., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Madison,  Minn. 

HAWKS,  ROBERT  A., 
Seiad  Valley,  California. 

HEHL,  WILHELM  O., 

3009  San  Gabriel  St.,  Austin,  Tex. 

HENRY,  ALBERT  P., 
Sarepta,  Miss. 

HERRIN,  WILLIAM  H., 
Calexico,  Calif. 

HIGGINS,  JOHN  W., 
Route  No.  3,  Soddy,  Tenn. 

HILL,  RpBERT  G., 

1155  Williams  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 

JACKSON,  CARL  K., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Canton,  111. 
JOHANSON,  ANDREW, 

Brush,  Colo. 
JOHNSON,  ARTHUR  E., 

4444  Milwaukee  St.,  Denver,  Colo. 
JOHNSON,  ARTHUR  H., 

114  Alta  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
JONES,  DAVID  H., 

240  South  Sixth  St.,  Payette,  Idaho. 
KELLOW,  WRENNIE, 

Hebo,  Oregon. 
KILEY,  THOMAS, 

23  North  Main  St.,  Danville,  111. 

KING,  HARVEY  G., 

713  Park  Place,  Clinton,  Iowa. 
KING,  LEELAND  S., 

Roosevelt,  Calif. 
KIRKHAM,  BURDETT  O., 

Juneau,  Wisconsin. 
KNOPF,  ADAM  E., 

46  Woodward  Ave.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
KOOY,  GERRITT, 

Ripon,  Calif. 
KOPP,  WILLIAM  F., 

1315  Superior  St.,  Toledo,  Ohio. 
LACY,  WILLIAM  R., 

Gilbert,  Arizona. 


Company  "E" 


379 


PRIVATES 

LAEMMLE,  ERNEST  G., 

634  South  Main  St.,  Ann  Arbor,  Mich. 
LANG-FORD,  JERRY, 

Quinlan,  Texas. 
LARSON,  CARL  A., 

East  106  First  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 

LAUGHLIN,  MARKUS  R., 
Yamhill,  Oregon. 

LEVINE,  JACOB, 

609  West  Acacia  St.,  Stockton,  Calif. 
LUNDQUIST,  CARL, 

Long  Beach,  Washington. 
MADSEN,  MARINUS, 

Rodding  Skieve,  Denmark. 
MANIS,  BERT, 

2400  South  P  St.,  El  wood,  Indiana. 
MARX,  WILLIAM  E., 

Maroni,  Utah. 
MATSON,  ERICK  W., 

Potlach,  Idaho. 
MATTHEWS,  JAMES  P., 

Stidhem,  Okla. 
McCONNELL,  JOHN  P., 

Mooers,  N.  Y. 
McKINNEY,  LEVI  W., 

Riverview,  Alabama. 
MERRIMAN,  JONATHAN  H., 

Louise,  Texas. 
MICHEL,  ARTHUR  J., 

Hillsboro,  Ore. 
MISENHEIMER,  CARL  A., 

Cutler,  Tulare  County,  Calif. 
MORRISON,  ORA  M., 

Tulare,  Calif. 
MOYNIER,  JEAN  F.J., 

Box  No.  411,  Pocatello,  Ida. 
MULLIS,  ASA, 

Norman  Park,  Georgia. 
MYER,  FAY  E., 

414  4th  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
NELSON,  ALVERTH, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Troy,  Idaho. 
NIEME,  RUDOLPH, 

Lakeside,  Ore. 
NIMERICK,  WILLIAM  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Tacoma,  Washington. 

NORTH,  WILMER  F., 

602  Orange  St.,  Wilmington,  Del. 

OLAND,  JOSEPH  E., 
Gravel  Ford,  Ore. 

OLDEN,  JENS  P., 
R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Eatonville,  Wash. 


(Continued) 

OLSEN,  CARL, 

Troy,  Ida. 
PANTEZES,  PETE, 

Randon,  Washington. 
PEDERSON,  EMIL  E., 

Nez  Perces,  Idaho. 
PEEL,  DANIEL, 

Portersville,  Miss. 
PEREDO,  CASEY  P., 

Lemoore,  Calif. 
PETERS,  HENRY, 

829  Moors  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
PETERSON,  ANDREW, 

195  McMillan  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
PETERSON,  ELVIN  M., 

La ven worth,  Washington. 
PETERSON,  MELVIN, 

Ovid,  Idaho. 
PORTER,  ARTHUR  W., 

Yamhill,  Oregon. 
PRIDGEN,  BASIL, 

Laton,  Calif. 
PURDY,  JOHN  H., 

Coquille,  Coos  County,  Oregon. 
PURVIS,  JAMES  T., 

Hanford,  California. 
REAVIS,  ARTHUR, 

Gardner,  Ore. 
RHODES,  SHERIDAN, 

Buckley,  Washington. 
RICHARDS,  WILLIAM  A., 

320  Ray  St.,  Grass  Valley,  Calif. 
RISCH,  ANTON, 

Fort  Jones,  Calif. 
RITTER,  GEORGE  A., 

Dubois,  Idaho. 
ROBERTSON,  HARVEY  W., 

Lavenworth,  Wash. 
ROGERS,  FRANK, 

141  Ren  wick  Place,  Syracuse,  N.  Y. 
ROSE,  MERRICK  F., 

113  2Oth  Ave.,  South,  Seattle,  Wash. 
ROSENQUIST,  OSCAR  C., 

1422  West  49th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
ROUSE,  JOHN  W., 

Troy, Idaho. 
RUSSELL,  WALTER  T., 

3132  2ist  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
SANFORD,  GROVER, 

c/o  Cascade  Lumber  Co., Graham, Wash. 
SCHULZ,  HAROLD, 

6302  5th  Ave.,  N.  E.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


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PRIVATES 

SHARP,  FREDDIE, 

Camp  No.  i,  Barber,  Idaho. 
SHIRLEY,  CHARLES  H., 

Fishhaven,  Idaho. 
SILLS,  NEAL  G.f 

Nooksack,  Wash. 
SMITH,  ARLAND  H., 

Springhill,  Tenn. 
SMOTHERS,  HARRY  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Peoria,  111. 
SORENSON,  JAMES, 

Pocatello,  Idaho. 
SPELMAN,  JOHN  J., 

2864  Folsom  St.,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 
SPRAGUE,  MAHLON, 

134  East  3 1st  St.,  North,  Portland,  Ore. 
SPURLING,  ARTHUR  G., 

Mansford,  Washington. 
STAGG,  ARTHUR, 

Deerlodge,  Montana. 
STEADMAN,  EARL  W., 

564  Gideon  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
STEVENS,  OLIVER, 

Norman,  Washington. 
STEWART,  EDWARD  A., 

913^  Williams  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
STROEBEL,  JACK, 

228  S.  Mentor  Ave.,  Pasadena,  Calif. 
SUNDQUIST,  VICTOR, 

Royal  Hotel,  Seattle,  Washington. 
ST.  JOHN,  GEORGE  C., 

378  Park  Place,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
TAYLOR,  EDWARD  E., 

465  Prospect  Place,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
THOMPSON,  BROOKE  M., 

Macon,  Miss. 
TODISH,  PETER, 

980  Larch  St.,  Potlatch,  Ida. 


(Continued) 

TROXEL,  CARL  M., 

409  John  Adams  St.,  Oregon  City,  Ore. 
TUCKER,  ARTHUR  C., 

Standish,  Calif. 
TWOGOOD,  SHERMAN  S., 

2706  Champa  St.,  Denver,  Colo. 
VANCE,  LESLEY  W., 

7th  Ave.,  Phoenix,  Arizona. 
WAITLEY,  BURNIE  B., 

Meridian,  Idaho. 
WALSER,  PETER  J., 

Palouse,  Washington. 
WARDEN,  ALTON  T., 

Tulare,  Calif. 
WASS,  HERMAN, 

Mariposa,  Calif. 

WATSON,  DANIEL  B., 

518  Lawn  Ave.,  Finley,  Ohio. 
WHITE,  LEVI,  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Banks,  Ore. 
WIEHE,  FRANK  H., 

631  S.  Hickory  St.,  Centralia,  111. 
WILCOX,  CLEVELAND, 

Montpelier,  Idaho. 
WILLIAMS,  OSCAR  W., 

6216  Woodlawn  Avenue,  Seattle,  Wash. 
WILLIAMSON,  BURTON, 

Pleasant  Grove,  Utah. 
WILSON,  FRANK  E., 

Gales  Creek,  Oregon. 
WOLF,  MORRIS, 

691  Elliot  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
YOUNG,  RUSSELL, 

17  River  Drive,  Passaic,  N.  J. 
ZANONE,  DOMINGO  A., 

Petrolia,  Calif. 
ZOOK,  OSCAR  R., 

Monmouth,  Oregon. 


Company  "  F " 

CAPTAIN 
WHITAKER,  HENRY,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 

JOHNSTON,  WILLIAM  W.,  WENNER,  GEORGE  U., 

420  North  i6th  St.,  Corvallis,  Ore.  508  California  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 

LANGE,  WALTER,  SEAY,  PERCY  W.f 

568  Commonwealth  Ave.,  Detroit,  Mich.        642  7th  St.,  N.  E.,  Washington,  D.  C. 

DWIGANS,  ROBERT  W.F  ZAMIARA,  MARION  A., 

833  South  9th  St.,  E.,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah.     U.  S.  A.,  A.  G.  O. 

FIRST  SERGEANT 
BRAY,  GORDAN  J.,  406  South  Georgia  St.,  Escanaba,  Mich. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
WALKER,  JAMES  C.,  400  Valdese  Ave.,  Morganton,  N.  C. 

SUPPLY   SERGEANT 
KINCAID,  ARTHUR  M.,  222  West  Pacific  St.,  Spokane,  Wash. 

SERGEANTS 

PONOMARENKA,  ALEXANDER,  HOLT,  BENJAMIN  M., 

Cornucopia,  Wisconsin.  Conway,  S.  C. 

HADLEY,  WILBUR,  HESEK,  JOHN, 

Roy,  Utah.  5145  S.  Campbell  St.,  Chicago,  111. 

IWINSKI,  GAZMER  J.,  KLIEMAN,  EDWARD  L., 

2246  S.  Sacramento  Ave.,  Chicago,  111.          517  Providence  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 

PETRUSKA,  MICHAEL,  GILBERT,  EARL  H., 

204  4th  St.,  Passaic,  N.  J.  2715  Malabar  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

CORPORALS 

NASH,  JOHN  C.,  GALVIN,  MICHAEL, 

R.  F.D.  No.  I,  Wilson  Lane,  Ogden,  Utah.         35  Coleridge  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

WAY,  GEORGE  B.,  GOMES,  JOSEPH  A., 

Barn  well,  California.  1623  Campbell  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

GRANTHAM,  HAROLD  M.,  LOBER,  SAMUEL, 

204  S.  Kellogg  St.,  Portland,  Oregon.  Cissna  Park,  111. 

HEGLUND,  RALLENCE  L.,  REGNIE,  FRANK, 

916  W.  roth  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif.  38  Elm  St.,  Paterson,  N.  J. 


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CORPORALS 

HUNGERFORD,  CECIL  H., 

Idaho  Falls,  Idaho. 
NELSON,  NELS  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Box  63,  Moscow,  Ida. 
BRUCE,  DONALD  D., 

711  6th  Ave.,  Lewiston,  Ida. 
McCLANE,  JOHN  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Sumner,  Wash. 
KEEMA,  EDWARD, 

R.F.D.No.3,  Box  602,  Elk  Grove,  Calif. 

DEETZ,  ALVIN  J., 

R.  R.  No.  2,  Aurora,  Ore. 
GOTTHARDT,  GEORGE, 

503  Miller  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
BEDYNEK,  BRUNO  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Corvallis,  Ore. 
HOLCOMBE,  MARTIN  A., 

713  S.  7th  St.,  Laramie,  Wyo. 
COMBS,  DONALD  R., 

Pollock,  Idaho. 
DEL  CASTILLO,  FIDEL  J., 

San  Miguel,  Calif. 


( Continued] 

KELLY,  CHARLES, 

Box  266,  Sonoma  City,  Calif. 
KENNEDY,  MELDRUM  S., 

Oak  Harbor,  Wash. 
McGLOIN,  ROBERT, 

45  Morris  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 

REDDEN,  RETURN  J., 

Altonah,  Utah. 
STANFpRD,  LAWRENCE  R., 

Sheaville,  Ore. 
TAYLOR,  E.  K., 

Sweets  Hotel,  Wallace,  Idaho. 
VAN  POOL,  HEEMAN  L., 

Spring  Camp,  Idaho. 
WOOD,  CLARENCE  L., 

685  E.  8th  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
KIENTZ,  JOHN  E., 

Glouster,  Ohio. 
BONNEAU,  JOSEPH  O., 

869  Garfield  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
GROW,  FLOYD  G., 

Rexford,  Mont. 


COOKS 


BATTI,  PELLIGRINO, 

1660  Mason  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
DURAND,  STANLEY  E., 

Lisbon,  North  Dakota. 


ELDER,  CLARENCE  C.f 

146  E.  63d  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

MCDONALD,  GILBERT, 

259  North  Vandelia  St.,  Brazil,  Ind. 


MECHANICS 

BROWN,  SAMUEL  W.,  DEPUTAT,  JOHN, 

Franklin,  Missouri.  Kooskie,  Idaho. 

HELM,  MARION  L.,  R.  R.  No.  2,  Parma,  Idaho. 


BUGLERS 


DAMIANO,  VITI, 
Bismarck,  Pa. 


FREELAND,  HARRY  H. 
Horton,  Kansas. 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


BARKER,  CLAUDE  C., 

Brawley,  Calif. 
BOUGHER,  WILLIAM  J., 

916  Callahan  St.,  Muskogee,  Okla. 
BUTLER,  PARKE  F., 

Fenn,  Idaho. 
EDMANDS,  EDGAR  Y., 

Arroyo  Grande,  Calif. 
ELOTT,  ALBERT  T., 

151  Grand  Ave.,  N.,  Portland,  Ore. 
FRYMARK,  DOMINIC  R., 

54  Chamber  St.,  Milwaukee,  Wis. 


DEHNING,  GEORGE  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Gifford,  Idaho. 
DYE,  CLARENCE  P., 

1756  Calif.  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
EELLS,  ROY  M., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Brady,  Neb. 
FISCHER,  LOUIS  M., 

Roberts,  Ore. 
FREDENBERG,  ALFONSO, 

Corbin,  Idaho. 
GAYLORD,  FRANK  B., 

Bieber,  Larsen  County,  Calif. 


Company  "F" 


383 


PRIVATES— FIRST 

GEHRING,  BERNARD  H., 

Keuterville,  Idaho. 
HALL,  J.  E., 

Visitation  Academy,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
HAMILL,  JOHN, 

Green  Creek,  Idaho. 
KEEFE,  JOHN  J., 

807  N.  Cushman  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
KELLUM,  WILLIAM, 

Woodland,  Idaho. 
KIZER,  EARL, 

Susanville,  Calif. 
KNOOP,  ALBERT  H., 

Box  103,  Stent,  Calif. 
LARSON,  HENRY, 

Kellogg,  Idaho. 
KEITH,  WILLIAM  A., 

Watsonville,  Calif. 
KREIZENBECK,  CARL  H., 

Emmett,  Idaho. 
LAVOIE,  AUGUST, 

Wallace,  Idaho. 


CLASS  (Continued) 

MILLER,  HENRY  J.f 

Union  Dock,  Port  Townsend,  Wash. 
MITCHELL,  JESSE  A., 

Glenn's  Ferry,  Idaho. 
MYERS,  ALVIN  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Sedro  Woolley,  Wash. 
OLSEN,  RUDOLPH  J., 

I27.K  Russell  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
OLSON,  THORER  JOHN, 

1842  Clavert  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
STEVENS,  PAUL  G.f 

Newby  Route,  Box  13,  Bristow,  Okla. 
VERDUGO,  LEWIS, 

Box  865,  San  Gabriel,  Calif. 
WEHOLT,  JOSEPH  E. 

Box  7,  Harpster,  Idaho. 
WHITE,  FRANK  E., 

1865  Berkley,  Portland,  Ore. 
•WOODY,  EMMETT  P., 

Sweet,  Idaho. 
ZUMWALT,  WILLIAM  E., 

Boles,  Idaho. 


PRIVATES 


ADAMSON,  FRED, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Trousdail,  Okla. 
ADCOCK,  JAMES  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Kooskia,  Idaho. 
ADOLPH,  FRED, 

1000  E.  nth  St.,  N.,  Portland,  Ore. 
ALPS,  GILBERT  P., 

Pekin,  111. 
ALKIRE,  JOSH  H., 

Lucile,  Idaho. 
ALLISON,  WILLIAM, 

Lowell,  Idaho. 
ANDERSON,  ALBERT  C., 

1634  2  ist  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
ANDERSON,  ALBIN, 

Gem,  Idaho. 
APLIN,  DALLAS  W., 

Route  A,  Box  93,  Florala,  Ala. 
BACON,  WILLARD  A., 

Box  73,  Parma,  Idaho. 
BAGLEY,  GUY  R., 

167  N.  I7th  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
BAILEY,  CHARLES  F., 

Mission  Valley,  San  Diego,  Calif. 
BANKS,  HARRY, 

Reubins,  Idaho. 
BAUMGARTNER,  FREDERICK  S., 

R.  R.  No.  3,  North  Vernon,  Indiana. 


BENEDICT,  LEE, 

185  E.  87th  St.,  N.,  Portland,  Ore. 
BENSCHING,  ALVIN  H. 

Keuterville,  Idaho. 
BIGGERS,  CLYDE  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Gardena,  Idaho. 
BOGAR,  CHESTER  A., 

Deary,  Idaho. 
BOS,  MARTIN, 

Parma,  Idaho. 
BOUDREAU,  DOLP, 

818  Hale  St.,  Escanaba,  Mich. 
BRADY,  CHARLES, 

Glenn's  Ferry,  Idaho. 
BRONCHO,  JAMES, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Culdesac,  Idaho. 
BROOKS,  MILTON  Y., 

Mountain  Home,  Idaho. 
BROWN,  WESLEY  J., 

Box  14,  Hammett,  Idaho. 
BRYANT,  HARRY  W., 

Grangeville,  Idaho. 
CAFFREY,  WILLIAM  D., 

Elizabeth  Port,  N.  J. 
CAMPBELL,  WALTER  F., 

R.  D.  F.  No.  i,  Middletown,  Term. 
CAMSUZOU,  JOHN, 

San  Miguel,  Calif. 


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PRIVATES 

CARLSON,  ANDY, 

Box  443,  Mullan,  Idaho. 
CARRIGER,  WALTER  R., 

Fredericktown,  Ohio. 
CERBARANO,  NICOLA, 

91  Gesler  St.,  Providence,  R.  I. 
CHARNLEY,  FRANK  A., 

1237  Omaha  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
CLARK,  RAYMOND  S., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Boise1,  Idaho. 
COLLINS,  JOHN  B., 

Marietta,  Texas. 
CRAGG,  TOLBERT  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Tiger,  Ga. 
CRAIG,  HARRY, 

1123  53d  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
CROSBY,  JAMES  P. 

493  ist  Ave.,  New  York,  N.  Y. 
CUMMINGS,  CHAUNCEY  O., 

Llanada,  Calif. 
DARIENZO,  FRANGESIO, 

532  W.  Coal  St.,  Shenandoah,  Pa. 
DARING,  ELMER  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Mendon,  Ohio. 
DA  VIES,  JAMES  H., 

9125  Yukon  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
DAVIS,  ORIE  C., 

122  Oregon  St.,  Peoria,  111. 
DE  DIGS,  VENY, 

Longvale,  Calif. 
DENNIS,  JOHN  L., 

Edgewood,  Calif. 
DIXSON,  JASPER, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Seymour,  Indiana. 
DOBBINS,  GEORGE  C., 

Joseph,  Idaho. 
DODSWORTH,  RAY  THOMAS, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Yakima,  Wash. 
DOLE,  WILLIAM  E., 

Los  Vegas,  Nev. 
DOMENICO,  PETENON, 

Stevenville,  Mont. 
DONATI,  LINO, 

Cayucos,  Calif. 
DOWD,  JOSEPH  W., 

2116  Benton  Bldg.,  Kansas  City,  Mo. 
DUNCAN,  TEE, 

Godley,  Tex. 
DUNGAN,  JOHN  B.F 

2118  Bank  Ave.,  Superior,  Wis. 
DUNN,  ERNEST  L., 

Silverton,  Ore. 


(Continued) 

DYER,  ALLEN  R., 

Content,  Mont. 
EK,  ROY  M., 

Box  346,  R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Portland,  Ore. 
ELROD,  ERNEST  D., 

Primeville,  Ore. 
ENGLE,  MARSHALL  M. 

Star  Route,  Kooskia,  Idaho. 
FARGO,  HIRAM  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Toston,  Mont. 
FERGUESON,  WILLIE  H., 

Primeville,  Ore. 
FORSYTH,  STANLEY  M., 

269  W.  4th  St.,  North  Provo,  Utah. 
FREDERICK,  LLOYD, 

Box  1 02,  Ferdinand,  Idaho. 
FUNKE,  EDWARD  J. 

R.  No.  i,  Box  No.  3,  Cottonwood,  Idaho. 
GAUMOND,  GEORGE  C., 

Burke,  Idaho. 
GEHRE,  RALPH, 

Cameron,  Idaho. 
GENTRY,  FRANK, 

Cottonwood,  Idaho. 
GESSLER,  JOHN  R., 

668 y*  Borthurch  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
GHISELLI,  GUIDO, 

2246  Mason  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
GILLESPIE,  WILLIAM  C., 

Route  No.  2,  Whigham,  Ga. 
GLEASON,  WILLIAM  S., 

Beggs,  Oklahoma. 

HANSES,  LOUIS  J., 

Star  Route  Taminy,  Lewiston,  Idaho. 

HARRIS,  THOMAS  S., 

1922  Terry  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
HARTLEY,  HARVEY  K., 

Box  8A,  R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Marshfield,  Ore. 
HARVEY,  GLENN, 

Cascade,  Idaho. 
HATCHER,  CHARLES  J., 

Lenox,  Idaho. 
HOWE,  ROY, 

Box  527,  Ontario,  Ore. 
HUFFMAN,  LESLY  S., 

Clarkstown,  Wash. 
HUGHES,  ALBERT  J., 

616  South  Napa  St.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
JOBE,  HARRY  E., 

Westlake,  Idaho. 

JOHNSON,  CARL  T., 
Bruneau,  Idaho. 


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PRIVATES 

JOPLIN,  LESTER  V., 

Boise",  Idaho. 
KAUFMANN,  HENRY  C., 

Cottonwood,  Idaho. 
KEITH,  CALVIN  T., 

Watsonville,  Calif. 
KELLY,  ADAM, 

Fallen,  Calif. 
KIMBROUGH,  GRANDVILLE  B., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Carthage,  111. 
KING,  TED  H., 

Mountain  Home,  Idaho. 
KINSEL,  CHRISTIAN  J., 

Calistoga,  Calif. 
KINSWORTHY,  ROBERT  S., 

Hooks,  Texas. 

KINZLI,  HANS, 

12  Hunte  St.,  Santa  Cruz,  Calif. 
KOELKER,  BEN, 

R.  R.  No.  I,  Cottonwood,  Idaho. 
KRATONIS,  GEORGE  P., 

210734  1st  Ave.,  N.  Seattle,  Wash. 
LARGE,  THOMAS, 

White  Bird,  Idaho. 
LAWSON,  ALBERT  R., 

Bruneau,  Idaho. 
LE  FRANCIS,  WILLIAM  A., 

Clarkston,  Wash. 
LEHFELDT,  CARL  J., 

Asotin,  Wash. 
LEMONS,  ERNEST, 

Spring  Camp,  Idaho. 
LEVY,  IRWIN, 

1035  Geary  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
LINNEY,  WILLIAM  H., 

312  Flume  Ave.,  Kellogg,  Idaho. 
LITTLE,  LEE, 

Longston,  Ala. 
LOFSTROM,  JOHAN  S., 

Astoria,  Ore. 

MALLON,  JAMES, 

85  Crocker  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

MARLER,  GEORGE  W., 
Ola,  Idaho. 

MARTIN,  NEIL  P., 

R.  R.  No.  2,  Arlington,  Wash. 

McABOY,  WILLIAM  L., 
Yankton,  Ore. 

MCDONALD,  CICERO  H., 

R.  R.  D.  No  2,  Box  9,  Round  Mountain, 
Ala. 
25 


(Continued) 

MELI,  PAUL, 

Box  358,  Miami,  Ariz. 
MOE,  OSCAR, 

215  Richmond  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
MORTON,  BRYAN  D., 

Murphy,  Idaho. 
NEIRINCK,  AUGUST, 

963  E.  igth  St.,  N.  Portland,  Ore. 
NELSON,  FRICK  J., 

715  E.  8oth  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
NIELSON,  FRED  A., 

Troutdale,  Ore. 
OATMAN,  ENOCH, 

Box  425,  Kamiah,  Idaho. 
OBERG,  AXEL  GEORGE, 

Mullan,  Idaho. 
ODETT,  JOSEPH, 

Susanvifie,  Calif. 
OLSEN,  AXEL, 

Hill  City,  Idaho. 
OLSON,  OTTO  J., 

Opportunity,  Wash. 
ONTHANK,  JOHN  A., 

Ferrell,  Idaho. 
OWENS,  RAYMOND  P., 

554  Bidwell  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
PIERCE,  HOWARD  S., 

Meridian,  Idaho. 
RAY,  JOHN  B., 

Mountain  Home,  Idaho. 
REYNOLDS,  JOHN  L., 

Box  132,  Kuna,  Idaho. 
SANCHEZ,  LORENZO, 

Toos,  New  Mexico. 
SHERIDAN,  T.  M., 

1643  Tarleton  Ave.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
SMITH,  THOMAS  P., 

Oglesby,  111. 
STAINBROOK,  JAMES  M., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Cambridge  Springs,  Pa. 
STOEHSLER,  HENRY  J., 

Box  No.  4,  Daisy,  Ore. 
STONE,  ERNEST  T., 

Casscoe,  Arkansas. 
STRATTON,  JOHN  R., 

Bennett,  Idaho. 
TAUBE,  ALBERT  J., 

Sawyer,  Wise. 
TERRIAIO,  WILLIAM, 

Ashland,  Me. 
TESTOR,  JULIUS, 

Wallace,  Idaho. 


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PRIVATES 

TOLARI,  MARIO, 

228  Diamond  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
TOMLINSON,  VICTOR  W., 

3317  North  loth  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
TRENT,  JAMES  ARTHUR, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Bois£,  Idaho. 
TRIMBLE,  JOE  W., 

Hope,  New  Mexico. 
TRUEBLOOD,  ORVILLE  B., 

Grangeville,  Miss. 
TURNER,  THOMAS  A., 

R.  R.  No  2,  Edinburg,  Miss. 
VERGONI,  MARIO, 

Box  235,  Ridgefield,  Conn. 
WALTERS,  BENJAMIN  M., 

Box  382,  Cleveland,  Oklahoma. 
WARD,  SAMUEL  N., 

Olema,  Calif. 


(Continued) 

WHITE,  ALTON  J., 

Emmett,  Idaho. 
WHITE,  JAMES  A., 

719  South  4th  St.,  Corvallis,  Ore. 
WHITE,  RAYMOND, 

Route  No.  3,  Palouse,  Wash. 
WHITE,  WILLIAM  S., 

Box  536,  Mt.  Home,  Idaho. 
WIEDRICK,  KNIGHT  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Bois<§,  Idaho. 
WILKINSON,  WILLIAM  E., 

Glenn's  Ferry,  Idaho. 
WILTON,  THOMAS  H., 

Richland  Springs,  Texas. 
WINKLEY,  CLARENCE, 

2939  Federal  St.,  Everett,  Wash. 
WOLFF,  WILLIAM  P., 

Leland,  Idaho. 


Company  "G" 


CAPTAIN 
HILL,  EDMUND  W.,  Harland  Road,  Norwich,  Conn. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 

HAIN,  LEO  R.,  ELLIOTT,  CHARLES  W., 

Ellsworth,  Kansas.  70  Piedmont  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

SOUTH,  CHARLES  D.,  855  Jackson  St.,  Santa  Clara,  Calif. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 

DONOVAN,  ROBERT  E.,  BROOME,  VICTOR  C., 

620  West  7th  St.,  Reno,  Nevada.  Hotel  Van  Nuys,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

ROPER,  JOSEPH  S.,  Alamosa,  Colorado. 

FIRST  SERGEANT 

RICHARD,  RUSSELL  F.  A.,  2267  Union  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
BALL,  ERNEST  E.,  Cumberland,  Maryland. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 
SUNDBY,  ARTHUR  V.,  1530  Fourth  Ave.,  Northwest,  Puyallup,  Wash. 

SERGEANTS 

WATKINS,  DECATUR  B.,  HOLMES,  CHESTER  H., 

Company  "G,"  I2th  U.  S.  Infantry.  2  Cypress  Terrace,  Brookline,  Mass. 

ROBERTS,  CLAUD  A.,  WEIMER,  SAMUEL  S., 
Lyon,  Kansas,  General  Delivery.  Bealeton,  Virginia. 

GRAHAM,  JAMES  S.,  TOMP    WRPMAM  p> 

200  North  Central  Ave.,  Chicago,  111.  ^w  Va 

SHEPARD,  CHARLES  E.,  PPPPHM   FARMFST  T 

Healdsburg,  Calif.  PERRON,  EARNEST  J. 

KLEMENS,  STEVE,  ™  FlfSt  St-  EsCanaba>  MlCh' 

1107  Ninth  Ave.,  Milwaukee,  Wis.  MATTSON,  ANDREW, 

KASOWITZ    HARRY  Morris,  111. 

3533   Sacramento   St.,   San   Francisco,     SEEKAMP,  WILLIAM  A., 
Calif.  19  John  St.,  Covington,  Ky. 

BERGS VIK,  ELMER  M.,  Yankton,  South  Dakota. 
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CORPORALS 


RETHORN,  WILLIAM  H., 

Vandalia,  111. 
COOROUGH,  RAYMOND  A., 

Prairie  Du  Chin,  Wis. 
BROWN,  RALPH  S., 

Staples,  Minnesota. 
HARLEY,  JAMES, 

2933  Quinn  St.,  Chicago,  111. 
BENZEL,  IRVING, 

197  Roebling,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
WECHSLER,  LEON, 

219  Ave.  "B,  "  New  York  City,  N.  Y. 
BEURLEIN,  JOHN  A., 

5129  Ludlow  Ave.,  St.  Bernard,  Ohio. 
WILSON,  WILLIAM, 

Wells,  Minn. 
GREEN,  LAWRENCE  W., 

715  Brown  Ave.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
FAWCETT,  ELMER, 

530  Forty-first  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

SCHURR,  EARL  G., 

501  North  Sierra  Nevada  St.,  Stockton, 

Calif. 
CHRISTOPHERSON,  OLE  H., 

Japlin,  Montana. 
MUNSON,  FREDERICK  W., 

1917  Stuart  St.,  Berkeley,  Calif. 
MERRIHEW,  SYDNEY  M., 

700  Eitel  Bldg.,  2nd  Ave.  &  Pike  St., 

Seattle,  Wash. 
MASON,  LEWIS  L., 

c/o  R.  L.  Mason,  Amadoville,  Ariz. 


McCORMICK,  CHARLES  L., 

1909  Caroline  St.,  Houston,  Texas. 
WIND,  SOREN  F., 

Box  641,  Crockett,  Calif. 
GROSS,  WILLIAM, 

Sequel,  Calif. 
SMITH,  ROBERT  K., 

209  North  Aurora  St.,  Stockton,  Calif. 
HORNEY,  FOREST  R., 

Fort  Morgan,  Colorado. 
JUNKER,  RAYMOND  O., 

Atascadero,  Calif. 
LONG,  JOHN, 

Prosser,  Washington. 
McGRAW,  ARTHUR  W., 

1 122  East  Park  St.,  Butte,  Mont. 
MOYER,  CHARLES  H., 

202     West     Oak     St.,     Independence, 

Kansas. 
PETERSON,  CARL  L., 

1218  Grant  St.,  Morris,  111. 
SOUDERES,  JOHN  N.  G., 

26  Ringold  St.,  San  Francisco.California. 
WINTERS,  ALMA  J., 

Montpelier,  Idaho. 
SHARP,  LLOYD  T., 

301  North  Front  St.,  Sterling,  Ohio. 
WATKINS,  EDWARD  R., 

2312  Stuart  St.,  Berkeley,  Calif. 
CARDWELL,  RUBEN  EDWIN, 

123  L  St.,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 


COOKS 


DELL  'OSSO,  RAFFAELLO, 
818  Rosabel  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

KULWICZ,  JOSEPH, 
37  Jetland  Place,  Bridgeport,  Conn. 


SLUPIANOWSKI,  FRANK, 
677  Third  Ave.,  Milwaukee,  Wis. 

STEVENS,  GLEN  D., 
Princeton,  Calif. 


MECHANICS 


JORDAN,  JOSEPH, 

4248  West  Iowa  St.,  Chicago,  111. 
KRUSLOCK,  HILDING  P., 

Paso  Robles,  California. 


VIERRIA,  AUGUST  G., 

Box  19,  District  No.  10,  Marysville,  Calif. 
VIERRIA,  DANIEL  M., 

Box  19,  District  No.  10,  Marysville, Calif. 


BUGLER— FIRST  CLASS 

EALEY,  ELMER,  Indianapolis,  Indiana. 

BUGLER 

WELCH,  MINOR  JOSEPH,  Kalispell,  Montana. 


Company  "G" 


389 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


BECK,  JOHN  W., 

4230  Fort  Hill  Blvd.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
BODANSKI,  BEN  O., 

Browerville,  Minn. 
COX,  JAMES  L., 

Potlatch,  Idaho. 
COX,  WILLARD  S., 

276  Golden  Gate  Ave.,  San  Francisco, 
Cal. 

CUBBERLEY,  WILLIAM  J., 

Hotel  Netherlands,  Hood,  Calif. 
CURRAN,  GEORGE  P., 

2605  Ellsworth  St.,  Berkeley,  Calif. 
FERGUSON,  HARRY  A., 

153  North  Third  St.,  Paterson,  N.  J. 
HOOD,  CHARLES  H., 

Ventura,  Calif. 
HOSKINS,  HERBERT  J., 

32914  Twelfth  St.,  Sacramento,  Calif. 

KNOWLTON,  WILLIAM, 
R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Minooka,  111. 

LUNDEEN,  DAVID  J., 
Orland,  Calif. 

MAKRIS,  HARRY, 

1014  Second  St.,  Sacramento,  Calif. 

McCALL,  TEXAS  A., 
Imperial,  Calif. 

McLAY,  JOHN  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Box  1360,  Sacramento, 
Calif. 


OHM,  JpHN,  Jr., 

Vernalis,  San  Joaquin  County,  Calif. 
OSTRANDER,  WILLIAM  C., 

Box  252,  Williams,  Colusa  County,  Cal. 
OWEN,  EUGENE  EDWARD, 

5029  Cimarron  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
PARKER,  HERBERT  A., 

Bear,  Idaho. 
PATERSON,  MALCOLM  G., 

1809  San  Jose1  Ave.,  Alameda,  Calif. 
SORENSEN,  CARL  S., 

Brush,  Colo. 

STITES,  LAWRENCE  J., 

Huntington,  Oregon. 
SWACKHAMER,  LEON  P., 

1508  Market  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
TOMPKINSON,  JOSEPH  T., 

2029  San  Antonio  Ave.,  Alameda,  Calif. 
TONKIN,  ALFRED  W.  P., 

Jungo,  Nevada. 
WILDES,  RAYMOND  L., 

Pittsburg,  Contra  Costa  County,  Calif. 
WILLIAMS,  CHARLES  L., 

1123  Glendon  Court,  South  Pasadena, 

California. 
WILLIAMS,  THOMAS  E., 

Kimball,  Nebraska. 
WOOD,  CLARENCE  L., 

Cadanassa,  Calif. 
WUTHRICH,  EDWARD  B., 

Box  506,  Montpelier,  Ida. 


PRIVATES 


AGOSTINO,  GIUSEPPE, 

1335  Twenty-first  Ave.,  South  Seattle, 

Washington. 
ALBERTINI,  ANTONIO  V., 

Post  No.  77,  Pittsburg,  Calif. 
ARGALL,  ELGIN  M., 

Groveland,  Tuolumne  County,  Calif. 
ATKINSON,  JESSE, 

300  North  Lee  St.,  Roswell,  New  Mex. 
AUNE,  CARL  S., 

Mackay,  Idaho. 
BAKER,  HULET  McDANIEL, 

Mount  Ida,  Arkansas. 
BARNES,  JAMES, 

2101  Stockton  Blvd.,  Sacramento,  Calif. 
BARTSCHI,  LEO  F., 

Nounan,  Idaho. 
BAZATA,  CHARLES, 

Westfield,  Mass. 


BELLUOMINI,  COLOMBO, 

544  East  Filbert  St.,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 
BERG,  JOHN, 

451  Blackstone  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
BETTIN,  FRANK, 

Victoria,  Texas. 
BITTON,  ALFRED  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Rigby,  Idaho. 
BRADBURY,  ROSCOE  E., 

Auburn,  Placer  County,  Calif. 
BRESETTE,  CLIFFORD  C., 

Paso  Robles,  San  Luis  Obispo  County, 

California. 
BUCKLES,  TROY  R., 

Brush,  Colorado. 
CABRAL,  MANUEL, 

Box  83,  Oakley,  Calif. 
CHRISTOFFERSON,  HARRY, 

605  East  29th  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 


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PRIVATES 

COONS,  HAROLD  N., 

1514  O  St.,  Sacramento,  Calif. 
COOPER,  THOMAS  H., 

1724  San  Pablo  Ave.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
CORCORAN,  EUGENE  A., 

P.  O.  Box  38,  Lincoln,  Calif. 
CORE,  CHARLES  L., 

Outlook,  Washington. 
CORNELIUS,  CHARLES  W., 

1324  East  Market  St.,  Stockton,  Calif. 

CRAWFORD,  LAWRENCE, 

Douglas,  Arizona. 
CRITSER,  HARRY  V., 

80x421,  Montpelier,  Idaho. 
CRIVELLO,  SALVATORE, 

417  Bay  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
CUNHA,  TONY, 

811  Oak  St.,  Chico,  Calif. 
DAVIS,  ARTHUR  E., 

Danville,  Arkansas. 
DEAL,  CARL  V., 

Ladelle,  Arkansas. 

DEHAVEN,  BEN  M., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Medina,  Ohio. 
DOLAN,  WILLIAM  B., 

21 2>£  South  Washington  St.,  Spokane, 
Wash. 

DORNEY,  LEE  C., 

Montpelier,  Idaho. 
ENGSTROM,  CLAUS  A., 

504  London  Ave.,  Rockford,  111. 
FERDINAND,  JOHN  A., 

310  West  6th  St.,  Yankton,  S.  Dakota. 
FIRKINS,  EGBERT  O., 

Moravia,  Iowa. 
FREEMAN,  TOM  R., 

Kings  County,  Calif. 
FREY,  CHARLES  O., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Fulton,  Ky. 
FRIEDLAND,  EDWIN  L., 

Cleveland,  Oregon. 
GARCIA,  VICTOR, 

Lockwood,  Calif. 
GARDNER,  FRED, 

2789  South  State  St.,  Salt  Lake  City, 
Utah. 

GARNER,  LEE, 

1907  Vaeglin  Ave.,  Selma,  Ala. 
GAUTHIER,  AUGUSTIN, 

c/o  Servel  Bros.,  Robin,  Idaho. 
GERACI,  PHILLIP, 

465  West  25th  Place,  Chicago,  111. 


(Continued) 

GILBERT,  WALTER  M., 

724  Seventh  St.,  Modesto,  Calif. 
GILCHREST,  OTTO  A., 

5904      Twenty-fourth      Ave.,      South, 

Seattle,  Wash. 
GLASSMAN,  ROY, 

122  Eighteenth  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
GORDON,  ALEXANDER, 

Rural  Route  No.  7,  Douglasville,  Ga. 
GORSLINE,  ALLEN  L., 

Box  37,  Gastun,  Ore. 
GREEN,  STERLING, 

Haines,  Baker  County,  Ore. 
GRIMM,  ALBON, 

5037  Fiftieth  Ave.,  South  West,  Seattle, 

Wash. 
GUENSER,  GODFREY  C. 

Chaspa,  Minn. 
HADDOCK,  JENNINGS  B., 

Bloomington,  Ida. 
HALE,  VESTER  A., 

Manteca,  San  Joaquin  County,  Calif. 
HALES,  WILLIAM  S., 

Newcastle,  Calif. 

HALL,  HAMES  E., 

R.  F.  D.  A.,  Hazelhurst,  Ga. 

HALL,  JOHN  A., 
Box  327,  Baker,  Ore. 

HAMMER,  GILBERT  R., 
Flaxville,  Montana. 

HANSON,  CHESTER  C., 

306  W.  3rd  North  St.,  Salt  Lake  City, 
Utah. 

HARDIN,  ROBERT  O., 

Williams,  Colusa  County,  Calif. 

HARDING,  CHARLES  F., 
R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Lind,  Wash. 

HART,  EMERY  ALLEN, 

Rural  Route  No.  I,  Walker,  Iowa. 

HIME,  ORIEN  O., 
West  Liberty,  Iowa. 

HIMMELSBACH,  HAROLD  A.  R., 
R.  R.  No.  42,  Yakima,  Wash. 

HOATSON,  CALVIN  D., 
646  Pearl  St.,  Eugene,  Ore. 

HOFFMAN,  HOMER  F., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  57,  Kent,  Wash. 

HOFFMAN,  RUDOLPH, 

R.  No.  3,  Box  225,  Sacramento,  Calif. 

HOLCOMB,  ELIOT, 
654  Clackamas  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 


Company  "G" 


391 


PRIVATES 

HOLMES,  JOHN  H., 

80x341,  Hartshorn,  Okla. 
HOSTETTER,  JOHN, 

Riverside,  Calif. 
HOVELAND,  WILLIAM  T., 

515  South  34th  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
HUTCHINSON,  ROSS, 

American  Falls,  Idaho. 
JACOB,  JULES  E.  P., 

1701  38th  Ave.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
JACOBS,  MAX  L., 

Artois,  Glenn  County,  Calif. 
JENSEN,  MARTINUE, 

Laws,  Calif. 
JOHNSON,  HENRY  A., 

Chinese  Camp,  Calif. 
JOHNSON,  REUBEN  G., 

Grass  Valley,  Nevada  County,  Calif. 
JOHNSON,  SAMUEL  EARL, 

R.  No.  7,  Franklin,  Tenn. 
JONES,  EVAN  D., 

Earlington  Heights,  Renton,  Wash. 
KALLWICK,  CONRAD, 

1319  Government  Way,  Coeur  d'Alene, 

Idaho. 
KANNEGAARD,  JOHANNES, 

Melba,  Idaho. 
KARR,  OSCAR  V., 

Weiser,  Idaho. 
KAVATHAS,  JOHN, 

15  North  Eldorado  St.,  Stockton,  Calif. 
KNAPP,  HARRY, 

550  soth  St.,  New  York  City,  N.  Y. 

KNIGHT,  GEORGE  F., 

125  West  loth  St.,  Pueblo,  Colo. 
KOCHIS,  JOHN  M., 

Wells,  Nev. 
KROESCHER,  ERNEST  F., 

360  South  gth  West  St.,  Salt  Lake  City, 

Utah. 
KROTZER,  ROLAND  W., 

Port  Angeles,  Wash. 
LANCASTER,  DURWARD  HARRIS, 

Anding,  Miss. 
LAWRENCE,  CHARLES  D., 

Star  Route,  Wapato,  Wash. 

LAWTON,  PAUL  H., 

611  State  St.,  Lamed,  Kansas. 

LOGAN,  NICK, 

Box  231,  Ruth,  Nevada. 

LOTT,  RALPH, 
Goltry,  Oklahoma. 


(Continued) 

LOVELL,  PERCIVAL  J., 

1814    East    Highland    Drive,    Seattle, 

Washington. 
LUNDY,  BURMAN, 

Star  Route  South,  Fort  Morgan,  Colo. 
LUSARDI,  BERTOLOMES, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  6,  Box  113,  Stockton,  Calif. 
MACKEY,  FRANK  J., 

1549    South   California   St.,   Stockton, 

California. 
MARCHAND,  ERNEST, 

P.  O.  Box  411,  Pocatello,  Idaho. 
MARESCHI,  OTTAVIO, 

Sulphur  Mine,  Sulphur,  Nevada. 
McCULLOCH,  JOHN, 

Elko,  Nevada. 
MELUM,  GEORGE  L., 

Canby,  Oregon. 
METCALF,  ELI  F., 

421  South  Brown  St.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
MEYER,  FRANK  H.  F., 

Box  175,  Arlington  Heights,  111. 
MICHELI,  PALMIRO, 

Box  8 1,  Carlin,  Nevada. 
MILLER,  JOHN  C., 

Route  No.  3,  Baxley,  Ga. 
MILLET,  MICHAIL  E., 

General  Del.,  Santa  Barbara,  Calif. 
MOLLERSTUEN,  HARRY  M., 

Flaxville,  Montana. 
MONTGOMERY,  WARREN  C., 

Littleton,  Colo. 
MULLIGAN,  JAMES  IRA, 

Lincoln,  Calif. 
NELSON,  PERRY  L., 

Keystone  Apts.,  No.  6,  1369  Hyde  St., 

San  Francisco,  Calif. 
NELSON,  WALTER  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Kent,  Washington. 

OSBORN,  LEMUEL  ELDON, 

Paolo,  Oklahoma. 
OWEN,  GEORGE  KENDALL, 

215  "E"  St.,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 
PAPPADOPOULOS,  JAMES  G., 

Gen.  Del.,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 

PARDUHN,  ERNEST, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Sandy,  Utah. 

PARKS,  MONROE, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Station  "C,"  Memphis, 

Tenn. 
PARMINTER,  LEON  E., 

R.  No.  3,  Box  59A,  Fort  Morgan,  Colo. 


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PRIVATES 

PAUL,  RALPH, 

536  "L"  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
PAYNE,  ASCEL  K., 

Bloomington,  Idaho. 
PIETRONAVE,  JOHN, 

449  Broadway  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
PRICE,  MATTHEW  G., 

394  Oneida  Ave.,  Idaho  Falls,  Idaho. 

RAY,  KEITH  A., 

1493  Arapahoe  St.,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 

REID,  GEORGE, 

1701  Darcas,  Omaha,  Nebr. 
REINERO,  CONSTANZO, 

Box  90,  Road  2,  Healdsburg,  Calif. 

RICHTER,  EDWARD, 

Redtop,  Minn. 
RILEY,  EDGAR  DELMONT, 

42  Hicks  St.,  Pawtucket,  R.  I. 
RITTERMEYER,  ERNEST  A. 

Monegaw  Springs,  Mo. 

ROTH,  IKE, 

7500  Wilson,  Seattle,  Wash. 

SCHARR,  LEOPOLD, 

Red  Bluff,  Tehama  County,  Calif. 

SCHUMACHER,  FRED  E., 
Selah,  Washington. 

SCHUMPERT,  DORSE Y  LEE, 
R.F.D.  No.  2,  Dorsey,  Miss. 

SECKEL,  ALBERT  C., 

Helen  Apts.,  Spokane,  Washington. 

SELEWSKI,  JACOB, 

127  Thirty-first  St.,  Detroit,  Mich. 

SHEPHERD,  MARION  O., 
Julesburg,  Colo. 

SHERWOOD,  WALTER  M., 

554  South  loth  East  St.,  Salt  Lake  City, 
Utah. 

SHULTS,  McKINLEY, 
Route  No.  I,  Cohutta,  Ga. 

SIEGEL,  LAWRENCE  L., 
Angels  Camp,  Calif. 

SIMS,  JAMES  H., 
Bellevue,  Idaho. 

SLATER,  WALTER  E., 
Madeline,  Calif. 

SMITH,  FLOYD  W., 
Enumclaw,  Wash. 

SMITH,  JAMES  S., 
Garrison,  Utah. 


(Continued) 

SMITH,  JAMES  W., 

Route  No.  7,  Union  City,  Tenn. 
SMITH,  SYLVESTER  T., 

Grass  Valley,  Calif. 
SMITH,  WILLIAM  O., 

Dossville,  Mississippi. 
SPEIRS,  ALVIN  M., 

Bennington,  Bear  Lake  County,  Idaho. 
SPRINGER,  FRANCIS  M., 

Weldona,  Colorado. 
STANOWSKI,  JOHN, 

Route  No.  2,  Box  6,  Ashley,  111. 
STATHAKIS,  DEMETRIOS, 

Martinez,  Calif. 
STODDARD,  JAMES  R., 

Woodland,  Yolo  County,  Calif. 
STOKKE,  WILLIAM  C., 

711  Jefferson  St.,  Stoughton,  Wis. 
STOWELLS,  HARVEY  A., 

1047  East  53rd  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
SULLIVAN,  HAROLD  B., 

Virginia  City,  Nevada. 
BUTTON,  HAROLD  T., 

Paris,  Idaho. 
SWEENEY,  EUGENE  A., 

1512  Willard  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
THIEL,  MARTIN  D., 

Box  444,  Ritzville,  Wash. 
THOMPSON,  GEORGE, 

Sacramento  Bee,  Sacramento,  Calif. 
TORNBERG,  OSCAR  W., 

4  Steiner  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
UHLIG,  ARNO  E., 

Kyle,  Texas. 
VALAN,  VALENTINE, 

858  Hayes  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
VAN  PUT,  CORNELIUS, 

129  Sophia  St.  Rotterdam,  Holland. 
VIRTA,  KALLE, 

Bessemer,  Mich. 
VON  LENGEN,  WILHELM, 

211  East  Channel  St.,  Stockton,  Calif. 
WASHBURN,  DELANO, 

Gen.  Del.,  Oakdale,  Nebr. 
WELLER,  NORMAN  R., 

Bloomdale,  Ohio. 
YEAGER,  GEORGE  EMANUEL, 

R.F.D.  No.  2,  Kirkland,  111. 
ZAMBELLI,  ANDY, 

c/o  Dalmer  Boench,  Peoche,  Nevada. 


Company  "H" 


CAPTAIN 
HENRY  R.  ANDERSON,  Detroit,  Minn. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 

SHERMAN  K.  BURKE,  FLOYD  M.  JARDINE, 

2911  Russell  St.,  Berkeley,  Calif.  1068  Corona  St.,  S.  Denver,  Colo. 

HEATH,  COLVIN,  867  West  3d  St.,  Pomona,  Calif. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 


BERTRAM  P.  PUCKETT, 
2738  Forest  Ave.,  Berkeley,  Calif. 


ROBERT  M.  LOWE, 
795  Ashbury  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 


FIRST  SERGEANT 
PETTIT,  CHARLES  L.,  Wilson  Lane,  Ogden,  Utah. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 

FOSHEE,  ANDREW  J.,  Richardsville,  Oklahoma. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
SMOOT,  WALTER  S.,  715  Andrew  St.,  Paris,  111. 


SERGEANTS 


BARRY,  NICHOLAS  J., 

Lakeview,  Oregon. 
DUNN,  JOHN  P., 

417  "T"  St.,  Eureka,  Calif. 
HARDISON,  HARVEY, 

Berkeley,  Calif. 
HUBBARD,  THOMAS  G., 

Calvin,  Ky. 
JONES,  WALTER  H., 

Kittyton,  Tenn. 
McCONNAHA,  EVERETT  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Fulton,  Mo. 
McCONNAHA,  JEROLD  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Fulton,  Mo. 


NOBLE,  THOMAS, 
Vest,  Ky. 

PAZUREK,  ANDREW, 

Route  6,  Grand  Rapids,  Mich. 
REIDY,  JOHN  P., 

San  Francisco,  Calif. 
SMITH,  ROBERT  M., 

San  Francisco,  Calif. 
THEW,  GEORGE  A., 

66 1  Placer  St.,  Butte,  Montana. 
WACHOB,  PAUL  E., 

Ray,  Ariz. 
WORKMAN,  VIRGIL  A., 

Georgia,  Ind. 


393 


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CORPORALS 


BENSON,  WILLIAM  E., 

Pawhuska,  Okla. 
BUNYARD,  WILLIAM  C., 

Wewoka,  Okla. 
CONNELLY,  JOHN  W., 

Hendrix,  Okla. 
DOUGHERTY,  NOBLE  B., 

Muskogee,  Okla. 
DUCKWORTH,  JAMES  C., 

Hayesville,  N.  C. 
DUNN,  ELLIE  G., 

Stringtown,  Okla. 
FARQUHAR,  CLAYTON  W., 

Sacramento,  Calif. 
EASTER,  ELMER  E., 

Bigheart,  Okla. 
GRIFFIN,  GEORGE  W., 

Hollister,  Calif. 
HARBISON,  CHARLES  C., 

FUlmore,  Calif. 
HARLOW,  FRANK  W., 

448  Eleventh  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
HARRISON,  IRVIN  E., 

Potlatch,  Idaho. 
HELLER,  HERMAN, 

209  Summer  St.,  Lynn,  Mass. 
HEYL,  OMAR  M., 

1514  Mancapa  St., Santa  Barbara,  Calif. 
ZAVALA,  MICHAEL  J., 


JOHNSON,  LEON  W., 

410  East  Locust  St.,  Adrian,  Mich. 
JONES,  ROY  D., 

Rose,  Okla. 
KEY,  CRAYTON  C., 

Wewoka,  Okla. 
LORANGE,  EMIL  J., 

502  South  Main  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
MULVANEY,  WILFRID  J., 

1042  Nevada  Ave.,  Butte,  Montana. 
PEACOCK,  VIRGIL  A., 

Albany,  Ore. 
ROBERTS,  JOE  L., 

Grangeville,  Idaho. 
SMITH,  CHALMERS  E., 

Mullan,  Idaho. 
SORTILLON,  MIKE, 

457  Seventh  Ave.,  Yuma,  Ariz. 
SPENCER,  CARL  W.f 

Portland,  Ore. 
STUDER,  GEORGE  A., 

608  Schuyler  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
TOMER,  HYATT  L., 

Corona,  Calif . 
WATSON,  ERNEST, 

257  Effie  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
WELANDER,  MELVIN  P., 

Box  84,  Clear  Lake,  Wash. 
478  Main  St.,  Yuma,  Ariz. 


MECHANICS 


LADUE,  ROYACE  A., 
154  A  Street,  Lowell,  Mass. 

MILLER,  HARRY, 
Belsano,  Pa. 


PATTERSON,  HARRY, 

Kooskia,  Idaho. 
ROBERTSON,  CHARLES  H., 

St.  Peter's  Bay,  P.  E.  I.,  Canada. 


COOKS 


AKEO,  CHRISTIAN  A., 

1337  Olive  Ave.,  Long  Beach,  Calif. 
BYRNE,  HUGH, 

Armagh,  Ireland.    No.  8  Grotton  St. 


MEAGLIA,  SAMUEL, 

127  W.  Elmyra  Sta.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
ROBINSON,  WILLIAM, 

34  Riverside  Ave.,  Santa  Cruz,  Calif. 


BUGLERS 


KIMI,  JAMES, 

608  K  East  5th  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 


TRIANI,  JOHN, 

3512  Magnolia  Ave.,  Oakland,  Calif. 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


BERGMAN,  WALTER  E., 

Seabeck,  Wash. 
BOLINGER,  BOYD, 

122  East  2d  St.,  Oklahoma  City,  Okla. 


BREEDING,  FRANCIS  L., 

Pawhuska,  Okla. 
CARUSO,  SAMUEL, 

127  Wool  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 


Company  "H" 


395 


PRIVATES— FIRST 

COHEN,  MAYER  R., 

109  North  nth  St.,  Muskogee,  Okla. 
DAVIS,  BARTON  V., 

Checotah,  Okla. 
DEAN,  FRED  E., 

409  South  B  St.,  Toppenish,  Wash. 
DEES,  JOHN  V., 

Greenup,  111. 
DISMUKES,  GEORGE  R., 

42 1  %  E.  Okmulgee  St. ,  Muskogee,  Okla. 
DWYER,  WILLIAM  J., 

Mt.  Pulaski,  111. 
EVANS,  JACOB  E., 

Caney,  Oklahoma. 
FENDER,  LAWRENCE  E., 

Richfield,  Idaho. 
GARAVENTA,  RINALDO, 

Mokelume  Hill,  Calif. 
GINOCHIO,  PETER, 

Concord,  Calif. 
GOODWIN,  FRANK  E., 

Payette,  Idaho. 
HEIJARI,  AUGUST, 

59  Clay  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

STOKES,  EFFEL 


CLASS  (Continued} 

HERMAN,  THOMAS  H., 

Genesee,  Idaho. 
HERRALL,  CHARLES  W., 

821  Hood  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
HOLMES,  OSCAR  W., 

Troy,  Idaho. 
LANE,  JOHN, 

Hindsville,  Ark. 

NELSON,  WENDELL  E., 
Auburn,  Calif. 

NORTON,  GEORGE  W., 

326  North  2d  St.,  Sterling,  Colo. 
NORTON,  JOHN, 

Bloomington  Springs,  Term. 
OUSLEY,  HOMER  H.f 

Aure,  Minn. 
PERACOVICH,  JOHN, 

Newport,  Calif. 
PROPPE,  RINARD, 

454  Lexington  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
RAMEY,  RAYMOND  E., 

Sterling,  Colo. 
STEIN,  EDWARD  P., 

Kellogg,  Idaho. 
,  Hollister,  Calif. 


PRIVATES 


ABSHER,  JOHN  R., 

Wewoka,  Okla. 
ACKMAN,  ELMER  C., 

735  West  Jefferson  St.,  Macomb,  111. 
ALBERT,  LEONARD  F., 

Cornland,  111. 
ALBERTY,  JESS, 

Stillwell,  Okla. 
ALDRIDGE,  CALLIS, 

403  Main  St.,  Sallisaw,  Okla. 
ANDERSON,  PAUL  W., 

44  Penn  Ave.,  W.  Reading,  Pa. 
ANDERSON,  RUEBEN  E., 

Madill,  Okla. 
ANGELICH,  STOJAN, 

1246  Leavenworth  St.,  S.  Francisco,  Cal. 
BARNES,  CHARLES  A., 

Lewistown,  111. 
BEARDEN,  HENRY  E., 

Avant,  Okla. 
BEATTY,  CHARLES, 

826  Eddy  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

BELLO,  EMIDDIO, 

895  South  2ist  St.,  Salem,  Ore. 


BEST,  PAUL  C., 

Tahlequah,  Okla. 
BLOCK,  WILLIAM  H., 

Gridley,  Calif. 
BOZZI,  SANTY, 

415  E.  ii/th  St.,  New  York  City,  N.  Y. 
BRITTIAN,  BERNARD  H., 

Douglasville,  Ga. 
BROWN,  CHARLES  C., 

Glenn  Pool,  Okla. 
BROWN,  ROY  L.f 

Broken  Bow,  Okla. 
BUSHYHEAD,  CHARLES  L., 

Bigheart,  Okla. 
CABANESS,  ROY  C., 

99  Grand  Ave.,  Texarkana,  Ark. 
CAPRON,  CHARLES  W., 

69  Wood  St.,  Providence,  R.  I. 
CARTER,  RAY  B., 

West  Tulsa,  Okla. 
COCHRAN,  WYNTON  W., 

1834  H  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
COURTNEY,  WILLIAM  R., 

Davis,  Okla. 


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DAIUTO,  EDUILIO, 

Sacramento,  Calif. 
DAVIS,  RAYMOND  A., 

206  Park  St.,  Nevada  City,  Calif. 

DAVIS,  ROYAL  A., 

3035  Steiner  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
DEAN,  ABRAHAM  L., 

Tyler,  Texas. 
DEITHELM,  AUGUST, 

Oakley,  Calif. 
DENNY,  ELSWORTH  A., 

Chewey,  Okla. 
DESHAZER,  WILLIS  B., 

Skiatook,  Okla. 
DICKERSON,  EVERETT  L., 

Watsonville,  Calif. 
DOLLAR,  HARVEY  O., 

Caddo,  Okla. 
DOWDY,  SAMUEL  H., 

Rome,  Ga. 
DUNHAM,  REA  E., 

826  Thirty-eighth  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
DURHAM,  EZRA  P., 

Lawrenceville,  Ga. 
DURHAM,  GRADY  H., 

Tucumcari,  N.  M. 
EBBERT,  SAMUEL  J., 

Bushnell,  111. 
ELLIS,  ROY, 

Elk  Creek,  Calif. 
FARRINGTON,  ALBERT  J., 

Jamestown,  N.  C. 
FISCHBUCH,  CARL  W., 

Sherwood,  Ore. 
FLEUCHAUS,  FRED, 

Clearmount,  Mo. 
FOGLER,  CLARENCE  H., 

Loomis,  Calif. 
FRANKS,  WILLIAM  K., 

Bigheart,  Okla. 
FRENCH,  ORVAL  C., 

Halsey,  Ore. 
FRIEDL,  GEORGE, 

396  Chestnut  St.,  St.  Mary's,  Pa. 

FRIEDMAN,  HYMAN  J., 
289  Grant  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 

FURTADO,  JOAQUIN, 
Oakley,  Calif. 

FURTADO,  MANUEL, 
Oakley,  Calif. 

GABRIELSON,  CHARLES, 
575  Broadway,  Portland,  Ore. 


GARDELLA,  JOHN, 

1407  East  South  St.,  Stockton,  Calif. 
GARRANT,  CHARLES  E., 

Miles  City,  Mont. 
GARRETT,  JAMES  E., 

Eufaula,  Okla. 
GEORGES,  GUST, 

2835  East  loth  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
GHIGLIERI,  LOUIS, 

Stockton,  Calif. 
GIBBON,  ELMER  E., 

Dundee,  Ore. 
GILSTRAP,  LEWEY  A., 

Tecumseh,  Okla. 
GLADDEN,  FEW  T., 

Kendrick,  Idaho. 

GNECCO,  JOHN  A., 

Mokelume  Hill,  Calif. 
GRAHAM,  MELVERNE  I., 

Toledo,  Wash. 

GRANLUND,  GUST  P., 

Avon,  Idaho. 
GRAVES,  BAYARD  M.f 

1228^  G  St.,  Sacramento,  Calif. 
GRAY,  ELBERT  E., 

Genesee,  Idaho. 
GREEN,  ALBERT, 

Sigurd,  Utah. 
GRESSOT,  CHRIS  S., 

St.  Helena,  Calif. 
GRIMES,  FRANK  M., 

Watsonville,  Calif. 
GROFANNI,  GIOVANNI, 

Tuolumne,  Calif. 

GROSSI,  LEVICO, 

Salinas,  Calif. 
GUIER,  DAVID  R., 

Meteor,  Wash. 
GUINN,  WILLIAM  R., 

Lake  Arthur,  N.  M. 
GUSTAFSON,  ELIAS, 

New  Castle,  Wash. 
HALBROOK,  ARTHUR  R., 

Blowout,  Idaho. 
HALE,  LEONARD  P., 

808  Houston  St.,  Muskogee,  Okla. 
HANEY,  CLARENCE, 

Stillwell,  Okla. 
HANSELMAN,  CLYDE  L., 

Sallisaw,  Okla. 
HARRELL,  JESS  J., 

Sallisaw,  Okla. 


Company  "H" 


397 


PRIVATES 

HARRIS,  WALTER  F., 

P.  O.  Box  82,  Union,  Ore. 
HATLEY,  LEON, 

214  N.  Lewallen  St.,  Moscow,  Idaho. 
HECHT,  FRED, 

Kendrick,  Idaho. 
HEIL,  WILLIAM  A., 

939  East  Main  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
HEINO,  JOHN, 

Embarrass,  Minn. 
HEISEL,  EDDIE, 

Tillamook,  Oregon. 
HENDERSON,  HIRAM, 

Westville,  Okla. 
HERMO,  EINART, 

Quincy,  Ore. 
HESS,  DON  C., 

442  Second  St.,  Aurora,  111. 
HILL,  JAMES  M., 

Stigler,  Okla. 
HOLIBAUGH,  CECIL  L., 

Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
HOLMES,  JAMES  B., 

5403  Forty-first  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
HOPE,  MERLE, 

Bigheart,  Okla. 
HOUSE,  DEE  M., 

San  Saba,  Texas. 
HULSE,  ERNEST  E., 

Asotin,  Wash. 
JACKSHA,  WALTER  H., 

Moscow,  Idaho. 
JACKSON,  IRVIN  F., 

Danville,  Georgia. 
JACKSON,  JAMES  P., 

2400  Van  Ness  Ave.,  S.  Francisco,  Calif. 
JEWETT,  CLARENCE  W., 

Maple  Valley,  Wash. 
JOHNSON,  JAMES  R., 

Bagwell,  Texas. 
JOHNSON,  JOHN  W., 

Troy, Idaho. 
JOHNSON,  NATHAN, 

Bigheart,  Okla. 
JOHNSTUN,  JOSEPH  W., 

Mesa,  Ariz. 
JONES,  RALPH  W., 

Crows,  Texas. 
JUBB,  THOMAS  W., 

Estacada,  Ore. 
KING,  WILLIAM  F., 

Sulphur,  Okla. 


(Continued) 

LARSEN,  PHILIP  L.  H., 

547A  Twenty-third  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
LASHER,  WILLIAM  J., 

Watsonville,  Calif. 
LAY,  ALLIE, 

Hulbert,  Okla. 

LEON,  RAYMOND  B., 
Clarkdale,  Ariz. 

LESTER,  LEONARD  L., 

1482  W.  28th  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
LIGON,  ELMER  E.( 

Bon  Aqua,  Term. 
LINDSEY,  AYDELOTT  G., 

Sulphur,  Okla. 
LONGMIRE,  ROY  B., 

Yakima,  Wash. 
LOOB,  WILLIAM  P., 

Box  211,  East  San  Diego,  Calif. 
LOWERY,  JOHN  H., 

Coalgate,  Okla. 
LOWRANCE,  CHARLES  O., 

Sulphur,  Okla. 
LUCAS,  MATH  J., 

Homestead,  Okla. 
LUNDY,  ERIC, 

Mabton,  Wash. 

LYMAN,  WILLARD  E., 
Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 

MACKEY,  JOHN  W., 

Hanford,  Calif. 
MAHAFFEY,  WILLIAM  L., 

Kemmerer,  Wyoming. 
MALONEY,  MATHEW  J., 

Neche,  North  Dakota. 
MERZ,  ERNEST, 

Fortuna,  Calif. 
MILLER,  CHRIS, 

Salina,  Okla. 
MULFORD,  CASTILE, 

115  Haight  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
NANKERVIS,  THOMAS  H., 

646  Brighton  St.,  Grass  Valley,  Calif. 
PAGE,  LUCIUS, 

Colquitt,  Ga. 
PAPAVASILIOU,  VASILIOS, 

Joplin,  Mo. 
PASTENE,  TONY  J., 

2105  O'Farrel  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

PEARSON,  JAMES  S., 
Forest  City,  Calif. 

PEARSON,  JOHN  P., 

605  Cedar  St.,  Wallace,  Idaho. 


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PRIVATES 

PECK,  JOHN  M., 

Stockton,  Calif. 
PLANCHON,  DAVE, 

Antioch,  Calif. 
PLANCHON,  FRANK, 

Oakley,  Calif. 
POE,  FRED  M., 

Grangeville,  Idaho. 
POWELL,  CLIFFORD  P., 

Elm  St.,  Clarkston,  Wash. 
PREISENDORF,  CONRAD, 

Fort  Morgan,  Colo. 
RAYBURN,  SYLVESTER  J., 

403  Fairbank  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
REY,  JOE  P., 

Crockett,  Calif. 
REYNOLD,  DANIEL  L., 

White  Pine,  Tenn. 
RICHARDS,  DAVID  T., 

214  Park  Ave.,  Nevada  City,  Calif. 
RIGGS,  MARION  F., 

R.F.D.  No.  3,  Box  25,  Alpena  Pass,  Ark. 
RITTER,  JOHN  A., 

Aurora,  Ore. 
ROBERSON,  OTIS  O., 

North  Fork,  Nevada. 
ROBERTS,  WILLIAM  N., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Georgetown,  Ga. 
ROBSON,  JAMES  A., 

688  Sherrot  Ave.,  Portland,  Ore. 
ROSS,  WILLIAM  R., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Ripley,  Tenn. 
ROUSSAEAU,  SIMEON, 

Stedouard,  Province  of  Quebec,  Canada. 
WILSON,  LOGAN  E.,  127 


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RUH,  IRWIN  H.  C., 

Chilton,  Wis. 
RUTLEDGE,  EARNEST, 

Brooksville,  Fla. 
SALSTOM,  MAURICE  F., 

2311   S.  Wilkison  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
SCHALLBURGER,  JOSEPH, 

Keuterville,  Idaho. 
SEWELL,  MELVIN  E., 

Lucille,  Idaho. 
SILFLOW,  HERMAN  A., 

Cameron,  Idaho. 
SIMLER,  CHARLES  E., 

Woodland,  Idaho. 
SIMLER,  RICHARD  R., 

Woodland,  Idaho. 
SLAUGHTER,  JOHN  D., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2.,  Fordtown,  Tenn. 
SLAUGHTER,  ROBERT  O., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I.,  Fordtown,  Tenn. 
SMITH,  WILLIAM  F., 

Jerome,  Ariz. 
SNYDER,  GLENN  R., 

Kamiah,  Idaho. 
SPENCER,  RALPH  C.f 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Canton,  111. 
UCHYTIL,  THOMAS, 

Weldon,  Mont. 
UMBARGER,  WILLIAM  R., 

Saulsbury,  Tenn. 
WAFFORD,  CLARENCE, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Mores  Hill,  Ind. 
WELLBORN,  WEYMAN  P., 

Lithonia,  Ga. 
West  Pine  St.,  Paxton,  111. 


Company  "I" 


CAPTAIN 
MILLER,  BERNARD  P.,  1856  East  25th  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 

STRICKLER,  SAMUEL  K.,  MENEFEE,  PERCY  L.f 

1 129  East  Ocean  Ave. ,  Long  Beach,  Calif.        Portland,  Ore. 

COVER,  CHARLES  J.,  Rocky  Ford,  Colo. 

SECOND    LIEUTENANT 
WILLIAMS,  ALFRED  A.,  1545  Pine  Ave.,  Long  Beach,  Calif. 

FIRST  SERGEANT 
WILCOX,  SAMUEL  C.,  Vandale,  Ark. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 
PROCHAZKA,  FRANK,  Hopkins,  Minn. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
CORBITT,  BENJAMIN  H.,  Farmington,  Calif. 

SERGEANTS 

CICH,  JOSEPH,  HICKCOX,  RAY, 

Escanaba,  Mich.  1818  Homer  Ave.,  Kansas  City,  Kans. 

CLOUGH,  RALPH,  TERLITZKY,  BENJAMIN, 

McGregor,  Iowa.  1004  E.  Lombard  St.,  Baltimore,  Md. 

CROWE,  JOHN  T.,  TREICHLER,  WALTER, 

320  S.  4th  St.,  Missoula,  Mont.  Chicago,  111. 

CRUTCHFIELD,  MARSHAL  N.,  WISTI,  VICTOR, 

Cumberland  Gap,  Tenn.  Liminga,  Mich. 

ESCORSE,  TONY,  ZYLKA,  STANLEY, 

703  Castro  St.,  San  Leandro,  Calif.  Rossford,  Ohio. 

CORPORALS 

AUGHINBAUGH,  RUSKIN,  BEYER,  CHARLES  D., 

Servia,  Ind.  216  N.  5th  St.,  Grand  Forks,  N.  Dak. 

BAKER,  GEORGE  H.,  BRADDY,  WILLARD  W., 

Shelbyville,  Mo.  R.  F.  D.,  Box  78,  Anderson,  Calif. 

BARISH,  SOLOMON,  BRANDON,  RALPH  R., 

Gen.  Del.,  Seattle,  Warh.  Gilman,  Mont. 

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CORPORALS  (Continued) 

CAMPBELL,  JOHN  S.,  MOTON,  JESSE  M., 

c/o  Y.  M.  C.  A.,  Billings,  Mont.  Alexia,  North  Carolina. 

CAMPBELL,  WILLIAM  E.,  NEUMAN,  HERBERT  H., 

Arvada,  Wyoming.  Spokane,  Wash. 

CARPENTER,  HARRY,  NIELSON,  CARL  M., 

4221  North  Grove  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash.          Pleasant  Grove,  Utah. 

COREY,  HUGH  L.,  NOTT,  TITUS  B., 

Woodville,  Miss.  Clintonville,  Wisconsin. 

DAVIS,  WILLIAM,  O'HARO,  ALEXANDER  P., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry.  124  W.  Main  St.,  Stockton,  Calif. 

DEUTER,  ALBERT  J.,  ONGARO,  FREDERICK  A., 

215  Stewart  St.,  Seattle,  Wash.  31  Grand  Ave.,  Watson ville,  Calif. 

ELDER,  DAVIS  T.,  PERIZ,  ROSARIO, 

Ottawa,  Kans.  St.  Louis,  Missouri. 

EWALD,  BERT,  PETERSON,  JAMES  D., 

Glasgow,  Mont.  Colfax,  Wash. 

FIGUEROA,  PATRICK  F.,  POWELL,  JAY  D., 

53  W.  Julian  St.,  San  Jose",  Calif.  Klamath  Falls,  Ore. 

HARPHAM,  JAMES  L.,  PRINCE,  VIRGIL  F., 

Maupin,  Ore.  Clayton,  Idaho. 

KEEFFE,  LINCOLN  T.  P.,  RUSSELL,  SELWIN, 

718  Cole  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif.  I2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 

LIEBREICH,  HERMAN,  STERN,  MICHAEL, 

1409  W.  Stanton  St.,  El  Paso,  Texas.  1236  N.  Leavitt  St.,  Chicago,  111. 

LINN,  HAROLD,  STRUCK,  FRANK, 

Tuba  City,  Ariz.  3410  N.  Kilbourne  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 

WARNOCK,  JOHN  W.,  4617  Carleton  St.,  Pittsburg,  Pa. 

COOKS 

BROSNAHAN,  DANIEL  V.,  McCABE,  EDWARD, 

Knobnoster,  Mo.  Derby,  Conn. 

FOOTE,  DAVID  E.,  MIKESELL,  JOSEPH, 

212  Lakeview  Ave. ,  San  Francisco,  Calif.          Morgan,  Utah. 

MECHANICS 

ALLAN,  JAMES  N.,  BENNETT,  ABRAHAM  J., 
8053  Twelfth  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash.  1201  Sixth  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

BABCOCK,  WILLIAM  E.,  PERRY,  STEPHEN  L., 

1047  Minna  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif.  202  West  Boone  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 

BUGLERS 

BURNETT,  WILLIAM  B.,  CONWELL,  HARRY  H., 

Newport,  Tenn.  Tonapah,  Nevada. 

PRIVATES 

ABBOTT,  FLOYD,  ALMINDARS,  FRANCISCO, 
R.  R.  No.  i,  Parksville,  Ky.  804  Seventh  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

AFDEM,  WALTER,  ALSING,  HENRY  E., 

6501  South  Park  Ave.,  Tacoma,  Wash.          706  Buena  Vista  Ave.,  Alameda,  Calif. 

ALLEN,  JAMES  E.,  ALVES,  JOHN  M., 
High,  Arkansas.  San  Luis  Obispo,  Calif. 


Company  "I" 


401 


PRIVATES 

AMACHER,  JOSEF, 

290  Grand  St.,  Portland,  Ore. 
ANDERSON,  ANDREW, 

427  Fairview  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
ANDERSON,  EDWARD  W., 

314  Vasa  Ave.,  Fergus  Falls,  Minn. 
ANDERSON,  GEORGE,  Jr., 

Queets,  Wash. 
ANDERSON,  JOHN  E., 

228  W.  Sprague  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
ANDERSON,  ORA  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Yakima,  Wash. 
ANDERSON,  SAMUEL, 

1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
ANDREFF,  PETE, 

Tacoma,  Wash. 
ARCUS,  GEORGE, 

187— 3rd  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
ARELLANES,  FRANK, 

Solvang,  Calif. 
BAKER,  STANLEY, 

R.  F.  D.,  Box  34,  Buckley,  Wash. 
BALLARD,  JOSEPH, 

33 — I5th  St.,  Detroit,  Mich. 
BANDA,  GIOVANNI, 

Crockett,  Calif. 

BARHAM,  CHARLES  E., 

Route  4,  Broadway,  Texas. 
BECK,  DANIEL  D., 

Centerfield,  Utah. 
BEGUELIN,  FREDERIC, 

1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
BELL,  SEBASTIAN, 

Smyrna,  Ark. 
BENNETT,  EDWARD  J., 

1065  Minna  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
BERNARD,  ALBERT  B., 

Deeth,  Nevada. 
BERNHOFSEN,  PAUL, 

22503  Second  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
BLAIR,  WILLIAM  J., 

2614  West  23rd  Ave.,  Denver,  Colo. 
BOETTGER,  CHARLES  H., 

Portland  Hotel,  Seattle,  Wash. 
BOGGIANO,  FRANK  P., 

504  Fourth  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
BOGGS,  RAYMOND  E., 

San  Francisco,  Calif. 
BOGKOSIAN,  KRIKOR, 

416  Spring  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
BOND,  RAY, 

Wendel,  Calif. 
36 


(Continued) 

BONNEY,  RALPH  R., 

Garfield,  Wash. 
BOTTEN,  HARRY, 

Box  15,  Camano,  Wash. 
BOULTINGHOUSE,  GEO.  D., 

Grandville,  New  Mexico. 
BRAND,  CHAS.  L., 

Box  114,  North  Park  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
BREDA,  ALBERT, 

7349— 26th  N.  W.f  Seattle,  Wash. 
BROOKS,  JAKE, 

Roberta,  Georgia. 
BROOKS,  JOHN, 

Becker,  Ky. 

BROWN,  ARTHUR  T., 
Langley,  Wash. 

BROWN,  THOMAS  O., 

Star  Route,  Anding,  Miss. 
CALAMONERI,  ANTONE, 

Box  2,  Pittsburg,  Calif. 
CARPENTER,  LEO  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Tumwater,  Wash. 
CARR,  JOHN  J., 

"C"  St.,  Virginia  City,  Nevada. 
CHRISTIANSEN,  JOE, 

4425 — 3rd  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
CHRISTOFER,  MAKS, 

1313^  First  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
CLARK,  BERNIE  F., 

Swiss  Home,  Ore. 
COFFMAN,  ROLLO  F., 

6742— I7th,  N.  W.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
COLLINS,  EDWAND  P., 

320  "D"  St.,  San  Rafael,  Calif. 
COMALLI,  ANGELO, 

Route  2,  Box  679,  Santa  Rosa,  Calif. 
CONNELLY,  STEVE  P., 

558  W.  San  Carlos  St.,  San  Jos<§,  Calif. 
COOK,  FRANCIS  M.f 

Bieber,  Calif. 
COOPER,  FRED  A., 

524  Canal  St.,  Santa  Barbara,  Calif. 
COOPER,  FRED  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Sebastopol,  Calif. 
CORBO,  CHARLES, 

26  Lee  St.,  Stamford,  Conn. 
CORRIGAN,  CHARLES  F., 

748  Marcy  Ave.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y 
COSTA,  TONY, 

Arroyo  Grande,  Calif. 
CRAWFORD,  ROBERT  E., 

Enterprise,  Ore. 


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DANZ,  HENRY, 

Box  704,  Port  Angeles,  Wash. 
DARNOLD,  HARLEY  E., 

Villisca,  Iowa. 
DAVIES,  DAVID  W., 

706  Ninth  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
DEGNON,  EDWARD  J., 

Box  176,  Douglas,  Wyoming. 
DELONG,  HUGH  E., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
DERHAM,  CHRISTOPHER, 

2334  Howard  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
DHANENS,  BERNARD, 

Stoneham,  Colo. 
DONAHUE,  EDWARD  J., 

1218  Nostrand  St.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
DOUGHERTY,  ASA  R., 

3215— 40th  Ave.,  S.  W.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

EILERS,  WILLIAM  G., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Havana,  111. 
FIESELMANN,  SIDNEY  F., 

1106  North  Perry  Ave.,  Peoria,  111. 

FRANCIS,  GEO.  M., 

1421  Divisidero  St.,  San  Francisco, Calif. 
GARAVANTA,  ANTONIO, 

San  Andreas,  Calif. 
GIBSON,  CHAS.  A., 

Monmouth,  Iowa. 
GODWIN,  JOHN  B., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
HALL,  JOHN  T., 

Mesa,  Miss. 
HENDERSON,  WILLIAM, 

Belleville,  111. 
HOUSTON,  ROBERT, 

Clairborne,  Miss. 

KELLY,  DAVID  G., 

c/o  I.  H.  C.  .Grand  Forks,  North  Dakota. 
LAND,  LEE, 

Springfield,  Ore. 
LARSEN,  GEORGE  H., 

1627  W.  39th  Place,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
LILL,  ERNEST  M., 

Dolores,  Colo. 
LOGAN,  ROSCOE, 

1815  Lindell  St.,  Hannibal,  Mo. 
MAGEE,  JAMES, 

Route  i,  Box  53,  Holmesville,  Miss. 

MANNING,  GREGORY  J., 

8514  Fifth  Ave.,  N.  E.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
MARCUCCI,  ABRAM, 

Shellville,  Calif. 


(Continued) 

MARINONI,  BASIL, 

Westwood,  Calif. 
MARINOVICH,  MITCHELL, 

18  Alexander  St.,  Watsonville,  Calif. 
MARSH,  FRANKLIN  A., 

Evanston,  Wyoming. 
MARSH,  HAROLD  J., 

Box  555,  The  Dalles,  Ore. 
MARTIN,  ARTHUR  R., 

Portland,  Ore. 
MARTIN,  BEVERLY  C., 

Loveland,  Colo. 
MARTIN,  HENRY  H., 

Box  193,  Kootenai,  Idaho. 
MARTINELLI,  CHAS.  P., 

820  Pine  St.,  Napa,  Calif. 
MATERNE,  HENRY  E., 

1023  Fairview  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
MAUCH,  CHAS.  B., 

Genesee,  Idaho. 

MAXWELL,  JOHN  H., 
Nine  Mile  Falls,  Wash. 

MAY,  EDWARD  E., 
Desmet,  S.  D. 

MELL,  GARNET, 
Harrington,  Wash. 

MENCHINI,  PAUL, 

Greenfield,  Calif. 
MERRILL,  ROY  R., 

109  Frederick  St.,  Santa  Cruz,  Calif. 

MILLS,  EARL  M., 
99  N.  I7th  St.,  San  Jose",  Calif. 

MILONETTI,  RICHARDO, 
Davenport,  Calif. 

MINNIE,  JOE  P., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Santa  Rosa,  Calif. 
MIRANDA,  JOHNNIE  M., 

Idria,  Calif. 

MONTANO,  PABLO, 

Cambria,  Calif. 
MOORE,  FRANCIS  G., 

Colusa,  Calif. 

MORRIS,  MIKE, 

Gen.  Del.,  Pullman,  Wash. 

MORRIS,  TONY  E., 
R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Box  550,  Watsonville, 
Calif. 

MULLIN,  ALBERT  M., 
Bridgeport,  Calif. 

MUNDT,  WILLIAM, 
Grange ville,  Idaho. 


Company  "I" 


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PRIVATES 

MURPHY,  JAMES  T., 

411  E.  32nd  St.,  Minneapolis,  Minn. 
McCOLLEY,  ROY, 

Alum  Rock  Ave.,  San  Jos<§,  Calif. 
McCONKEY,  WILSON  J., 

Mt.  Vernon,  Tenn. 
McCORMACK,  RAY  L., 

Boyds,  Wash. 
McCORMICK,  OLA  C., 

Lexington,  Ore. 

MCDONALD,  NORMAN  D., 

Box  26,  Tolt,  Wash. 
McENTEE,  JOHN  T., 

Soledad,  Calif. 
McGEE,  PERCY  R., 

Parker,  Wash. 
McGINNIS,  JOHN  P., 

Los  Olivos,  Calif. 
McGRUE,  NED  L., 

Pitts viUe,  Calif. 
McHONE,  FRANK  M.f 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Kooskia,  Idaho. 
McINTYRE,  WILLIAM  T., 

Watsonville,  Calif. 

McKEA,  WESLEY  J., 

1235  D  St.,  Sacramento,  Calif. 

MCLAUGHLIN,  WM., 

Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 

McREYNOLDS,  LEONARD  R., 
420  Bush  St.,  Pendleton,  Ore. 

NEILSON,  ARCHIE  W., 
Pleasant  Grove,  Utah. 

NEWFIELD,  JOHN  C., 
Estrella,  Calif. 

O'DONNELL,  ERNEST  M., 

Wilburton,  Oklahoma. 
O'HARA,  JAMES  K., 

309  Wall  St.,  Spokane,  Wash. 

OLIVERA,  ALBTERT, 
Alderson,  Okla. 

OLIVER,  MANUEL  M., 

Route  A,   Box  385,   Piedmont   Road, 
San  Jose1,  Calif. 

OMSTEAD,  ALBERT  L., 

68  Maple  St.,  Santa  Cruz,  Calif. 

O'NEAL,  ARTHUR, 
Locker,  Texas. 

ORDAZ,  FRANK, 

221  Cote  St.,  Santa  Barbara,  Calif. 

ORENS,  WILLIAM  H., 
San  Louis  Obispo,  Calif. 


(Continued) 

ORTEGA,  MANUEL  J., 

212  Olive  St.,  Ventura,  Calif. 
OTIS,  ALBERT, 

Romulus,  Okla. 
OTTE,  JOHN  P., 

1128  Main  St.,  Calistoga,  Calif. 
OWENSBY,  WILLIAM  E., 

Lula,  Okla. 
PAGE,  CECIL  O., 

Greenfield,  Calif. 
PAGH,  WALTER, 

Route  2,  Box  53,  Wilbur,  Wash. 
PARNELL,  JOHN  W., 

Route  i,  Leakville,  Miss. 
PAROLI,  PAUL, 

Route  5,  Box  236,  Santa  Rosa,  Calif. 
PARSLEY,  JESSE  S., 

Greer,  Idaho. 
PARSONS,  GEO.  L., 

117  Eighth  St.,  Santa  Paula,  Calif. 
PARSONS,  JAMES  F., 

Hartshorne,  Okla. 

PASSADORI,  LODOVICO, 

Mission  St.,  Santa  Cruz,  Calif. 
PAULSON,  ARTHUR, 

813  Guerrero  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
PAYNE,  JOHN, 

Wilburton,  Okla. 
PEBWORTH,  CHARLIE, 

Boswell,  Okla. 
PEDRAITA,  LOUIS  P., 

Cayucos,  Calif. 
PEDRANTI,  ALBERT  W., 

Olema,  Calif. 
PERMASSE,  JOHN  M., 

Santa  Maria,  Calif. 
PETERSON,  HARRY, 

2119  Leavenworth  St.,  Omaha,  Neb. 
PHARRIS,  CHARLES, 

Sikestown,  Missouri. 
PHILLIPS,  GRAY  R., 

Haileyville,  Okla. 
PHINNEY,  ELBERT, 

Camarillo,  Calif. 
PICANCO,  ALFRED  L., 

Route  i,  Watsonville,  Calif. 
PLEGER,  RUDOLPH, 

Garwood,  Idaho. 
POE,  CHARLES  C., 

Daisy,  Okla. 
POOR,  MONTIE, 

Gowen,  Okla. 


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PROEBSTEL,  CYRIL  C., 

Western,  Ore. 
PUCCIO,  COLUMBO, 

Santa  Barbara,  Calif. 
PULLUM,  FLEM, 

Malvern,  Alabama. 

PUTMAN,  EARL  G., 

1507  W.   Eighth  St.,   Oklahoma   City, 

Okla. 
QUINTANA,  STEPHEN, 

Morro,  Calif. 
RAGLAND,  WILLIAM  G., 

1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
REED,  LEE, 

Brownstown,  Ark. 
RENNER,  OLUF  C., 

Coffeyville,  Kans. 
RIGGS,  CHARLIE  F., 

Nelson,  Okla. 
RIVERA,  ISIDRO, 

1151  Bishop  Road,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
RODDY,  JESSE, 

Route  2,  Box  10,  Ada,  Okla. 
ROFF,  JAMES  L., 

Roff,  Okla. 
ROSENSTEIN,  ABRAHAM  J., 

2339  Druid  Hill  Ave.,  Baltimore,  Md. 
ROWTON,  JAMES  C., 

Quinton,  Okla. 
RUSSELL,  BEN  C., 

715  Washington  Ave.,  Boise",  Idaho. 

YARBROUGH,  LEE 


SCHERZINGER,  LEE  P., 

Boise',  Idaho. 
SCHWATKA,  FRED  L., 

4217  2 ist  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
SCURLOCK,  RUBIN  N., 

1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
SEBULSKY,  JOHN  A., 

172  Bagley  St.,  Detroit,  Mich. 
SHAUGHNESSY,  DAVID  F., 

922  Grove  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
SKINNER,  JAMES, 

Route  I,  Greenbrier,  Ark. 
SMITH,  JAMES  E., 

Russellville,  Okla. 
SMITH,  ORVLE  H., 

Hartshorne,  Okla. 
SNOWDEN,  FREDERICK  A., 

820  East  66th  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
WALLEY,  RAS, 

Summerland,  Miss. 
WASHBURN,  FRED  H., 

St.  Francisville,  Miss. 
WELLMEIER,  LOUIS  F., 

510^3    South   Main   St.,    Los   Angeles, 

Calif. 
WILKINS,  GEORGE  V., 

Gen.  Del.,  Stoneham,  Colorado. 
WOODY,  LIDA  L., 

Juliaette,  Idaho. 
WUKSAN,  MILES, 

Boise1,  Idaho. 
H.,  1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 


Company    "K" 

CAPTAIN 
BECKETT,  HARRY,  Freemansburg,  Penn. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 

GO  WEN,  LANCE  E.,  SHEFFEY,  SIMEON  E., 

5005 — 22d  Ave.,  N.  E.,  Seattle,  Wash.  Plainview,  Texas. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 

POULSEN,  GUY  H.,  DECKER,  JOHN  P., 

Selma,  Calif.  1710  West  I2th  St.,  Des  Moines,  Iowa. 

FIRST  SERGEANT 
SCRIBNER,  CHARLES  C.,  655  London  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
HICKS,  WILLIAM,  Selmer,  Tenn. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 
WESTON,  EDWARD  P.,  1037  Oakland  Ave.,  Cedar  Rapids,  Iowa. 

SERGEANTS 

MIZE,  CHARLES  I.,  FOSTER,  VICTOR  L., 

Mulhall,  Oklahoma.  Wynne,  Arkansas. 

CHEVAL,  WILLARD  P.,  CARR,  MIKE, 

849  Athens  Ave.,  Oakland,  Calif.  Louisville,  Ky. 

GASTON,  WILLIAM  E.,  GREENE,  MARLEY  V., 

Georgiana,  Alabama.  Fremont,  Mo. 

HINTON,  PERRY  H.,  HUMPHRIES,  JOHN, 

139  E.  Mulberry  St.,  Springfield,  Ohio.          521  Everett  Ave.,  Palo  Alto,  Calif. 

FISCUS,  VENT,  HEWITT,  WELLINGTON  B., 

3036  Ruckle  St.,  Indianapolis,  Ind.  Ballynacashon,   Killinchy  Co.,    Down, 

FREDERICKS,  CHARLES,  Ireland. 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Jellico,  Tenn.  BULANDER,  FRANK  H., 

719  Oakland  Ave.,  Milwaukee,  Wis. 

CORPORALS 

HARRIS,  WILLIAM,  HEMPHILL,  LAWRENCE  A., 

579— 38th  St.,  Oakland,  Calif.  719  "D"  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 

McGINLEY,  EDWARD,  HARRISON,  ZENIFF  D., 

228  "K"  St.,  Sacramento,  Calif.  R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Malid  City,  Idaho. 

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DILLINGHAM,  MELVIN  E., 
Albion,  California. 

LORENZO,  ANDREW  C., 
Box  464,  Yuma,  Ariz. 

COPPEL,  MORRIS, 

Berkeley,  Calif. 
McMURRAY,  WILLIAM  J., 

922  S.  Hunter  St.,  Stockton,  Calif. 
BURKE,  JEREMIAH  J., 

Crockett,  Calif. 
PETRIE,  JOHN  J., 

Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
REINHARD,  JACK  M., 

5132  Cimarron  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
WILLIAMS,  JAMES  H., 

702  Warner  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
RICHARDSON,  WILLIAM  P., 

225  Paula  Ave.,  Santa  Paula,  Calif. 
SWANBECK,  OLLiE  W., 

604  S.  Cannon  St.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
FURLONG,  JOHN, 

3622  Morgan  Ave.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
MORRISON,  CHARLES  R., 

3d  St.  &  Country  Road,  Lind,  Wash. 
CRAWFORD,  PHILIP  M., 

Billings,  Mont. 


MURPHY,  CHARLES  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Chehalis,  Wash. 
HUBER,  RUSSELL  M., 

Saint  James,  Minn. 
SORENSEN,  WALTER  P.  C., 

2417  E.  Gordon  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
WEST,  LEWIS  B., 

Spanish  Fork,  Utah. 
WAITE,  WILDER  J., 

Broken  Bow,  Okla. 
WOZNIEWSKI,  STANLEY, 

2035  Augusta  St.,  Chicago,  111. 
CURRAIN,  JAMES, 

129  Nash  St.,  New  Haven,  Conn. 
SMITH,  SAMUEL  E., 

Monohan,  Washington. 
SPLETTER,  OTTO  A., 

Santa  Maria,  Calif. 
SPARKS,  ROBERT  J., 

403  Main  St.,  Sallisaw,  Okla. 
JOSEPH,  FREDERICK, 

Rodeo,  Calif. 
WALDMANN,  HAROLD, 

210  Miller  Ave.,  Mill  Valley,  Calif. 
TOBEY,  JOHN  L., 

Station  "T,"  Rose  Hill,  Los  Angeles,  Cal. 


TERRY,  ODRA  V.,  1285  Howard  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 


COOKS 


MOORE,  SIMON  R., 

720  Hoffman  Ave.,  Monterey,  Calif. 
PAPPANACHAL,  EMTHINIO, 

MidvUle,  Calif. 


SWANSON,  OSCAR  W., 

Ironwood,  Michigan. 
VAN  TYNE,  ROY  W., 

3383  Eighth  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 


MECHANICS 

ANDERSON,  ANDREW,  SUNDERMEYER,  MACHIEL, 

Box  No.  39,  R.F.D.  No.  i,  Buckley,  Wash.       Berweg  St.,  Rotterdam,  Holland. 

GURRIES,  HENRY,  WHARREGARD,  WALTER, 

San  Martin,  Calif.  891  Forty-first  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 

BUGLERS— FIRST  CLASS 


BRODSKY,  JOSEPH, 

1221  California  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 


ROBERTS,  THOMAS  C., 
Santa  Mateo,  California. 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


ANDERSON,  CHARLES, 

Crockett,  Calif. 
APLAND,  GERT  O., 

Shoshone,  Wyo. 
APLAND,  NEILS  O., 

Shoshone,  Wyo. 


BARTOLERO,  GUIDO, 

26  First  St.,  South  Roslyn,  Wash. 
BATES,  THOMAS  C., 

P.  O.  Box  76,  Riddle,  Oregon. 
CARLSON,  PAUL, 

4111  Alki  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


Company  "K" 


407 


PRIVATES— FIRST 

GOMES,  ERNEST  L., 

Shoshone,  Idaho. 
GOMES,  JOSEPH  P.,  Jr., 

R.  P.  D.  No.  i,  Box  17,  Martinez,  Calif. 
GOODING,  GEp., 

Papeete,  Tahiti. 
HASKELL,  CECIL  P., 

628  Vernon  Ave.,  Venice,  Calif. 
KINSEL, 

c/o  L.  S.  Mitchell,  Calistoga,  Calif. 
MILLER,  FRED, 

1605  Meadow  Ave.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
RIZZUTO,  JOSEPH  P., 

R.  B,  Box  242,  Gilroy,  Calif. 
RODRIGUES,  DOMINCOS, 

Concord,  California. 
ROLLERI,  LOUIS, 

Gilroy,  Calif. 
ROSSINI,  JOSEPH  L., 

Saint  Helena,  Calif. 
RUIZ,  RAMON, 

828  Presidio  Ave.,  Santa  Barbara,  Calif. 
SAMPSON,  ANDREW  B., 

Box  202,  Checotah,  Okla. 
SAMUELS,  WILLIAM  V., 

Fountain  Green,  Utah. 
SANDERS,  MILTON  C., 

R.  No.  8,  Spokane,  Wash. 
SCHLADER,  GEORGE  J., 

Russell,  Idaho. 
SCHOBER,  FRANK  J., 

Cottonwood,  Idaho. 
SHAFFER,  DENVER  D., 

516  Woodbury  St.,  Miles  City,  Mont. 

WILLIAMS,  JAMES  F 


CLASS  (Continued) 

SILACCI,  PERCY  B., 

Salinas,  Calif. 
SILVERIO,  DAVID  J., 

Box  364,  Nipomo,  Calif. 
SORENSEN,  ED.  L., 

1545  California  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
SOWERS,  JOHN  W., 

Guernevifie,  Calif. 
STANFORD,  JOSEPH  E., 

706  E.  Main  St.,  Stigler,  Oklahoma. 
STANLEY,  IRA  D., 

Caney,  Oklahoma. 
THOMPSON,  ROBERT  H., 

33  Eggleston  St.,  Napa,  Calif. 
TOLL,  WILLARD  L., 

Kooskia,  Idaho. 
TOMAGNE,  FRED, 

Saint  Helena,  Calif. 
VANEGAS,  JOHN  M., 

Ventura,  Calif. 
VAN  HOUTEN,  ELMER  A., 

920  South  G  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
VITALI,  TOM, 

314  Kearney  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
WALLMAN,  GEORGE,  Jr., 

Sonoma,  Calif. 
WARDLE,  WILLIAM  V., 

Pocatello,  Ida. 

WHALEN,  HUBERT  J., 

San  Lucas,  Calif. 
WHEELER,  ANDREW  W., 

2212  Sixth  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
WHITE,  EUGENE, 

375  S.  Balouse  St.,  Walla  Walla,  Wash. 
.,  Chaney,  Washington. 


PRIVATES 


ADAMS,  ALBERT  M., 
425  Court  St.,  Woodland,  Calif. 

ALLADIO,  FERDINAND  P., 
noo  Pierce  St.,  Santa  Clara,  Calif. 

ALLAN,  JACK, 

620  N.  Prospect  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 

ALLEN,  ETHAN, 

Box  95,  Mica,  Washington. 
ALTIMUS,  THOMAS  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  Ai,  McMinnville, 

Ore. 
AMIGONI,  JOHN, 

216  First  St.,  Eureka,  Calif. 
ANDERSON,  JOSEPH, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  East  Stanwood,  Wash. 


ANDREASON,  AXEL  M., 
Junction  City,  Oregon. 

ANDREOZZI,  ROBERTO, 
Capay,  Calif. 

ANDRINA,  JOHN, 

P.  O.  Box  1 68,  Guadelupe,  Calif. 

ANSELMINO,  JOHN  J., 

58  Blackburn  St.,  Santa  Cruz.,  Calif. 

APPELSON,  MIKE, 

51  Sixth  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

ARNHARDT,  VESSIE  D., 
Verona,  Missouri. 

ARNONE,  JOSEPH, 

216  Gish  Road,  San  Jos£,  Calif. 


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PRIVATES 

BACHMAN,  ELMER, 

Deary,  Idaho. 
BARKLEY,  ROBERT  R., 

Brentwood,  Calif. 
BELL,  THOMAS  E., 

Spangle,  Washington. 
BIALE,  GIACOMO, 

437  Seminary  Ave.,  Napa,  Calif. 
BONTADELLI,  EMILIO, 

Trespinos,  Calif. 
BUECHEL,  FRANK  J., 

San  Jos^  Calif. 
BURKE,  AMBROSE  S., 

Portland,  Ore. 
BURNS,  JOHNNIE, 

Box  21,  Walville,  Wash. 
CANOCA,  JOSE  N., 

Antioch,  Calif. 
CARROLL,  EDWARD  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  103,  San  Jos6,  Calif. 
CARTER,  RALPH  E., 

Bellefontaine,  Ohio. 
CASON,  BENJAMIN, 

3617  Ward  St.,  Dallas,  Texas. 
CHAPIN,  BERTRAND, 

Route  No.  i,  West  Plains,  Mo. 
CHAPLOW,  JOHN  W., 

616  Seneca  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
CLARIZO,  VETO, 

Y.  M.  C.  A.,  Wenachee,  Wash. 
CLARK,  JOSEPH  M., 

218  Pacific  Ave.,  Bremerton,  Wash. 
COLOMBO,  FREDERICO, 

469  Fulton  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

CRISS,  JOHN  E., 

Bocklow,  Mo. 
CURTIS,  HERBERT  L.  J., 

421  Eighth  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

DODSON,  REUBEN  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  132,  Watsonville, 

Calif. 
FREITAS,  GEORGE  P., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  836,  Watsonville, 

Calif. 
GALLEGAS,  JUAN, 

Box  694,  Winslow,  Arizona. 

HOFF,  PETER, 
McCall,  Ida. 

KING,  CHARLIE  E., 
Hyde  Park,  Calif. 

KULHAYI,  JOSEPH  L., 
480  Spruce  St.,  Bridgeport,  Conn. 


(Continued) 

MALLOT,  ROBERT  W., 

Mackinaw,  111. 
McKINLEY,  WILLIAM  L., 

1407  Dalton  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
McLEOD,  GEORGE  F., 

Manpin,  Ore. 
McNAB,  HENRY  J., 

Worland,  Wyo. 
MEDIN,  NELS  J.  E., 

Grand  View,  Wash. 
MENTZER,  VERNON  P., 

1045 — I8th  St.,  Salem,  Ore. 
MILLER,  HARRY  E., 

Box  60,  Duvall,  Wash. 
MOORE,  ALBERT  Z.f 

Route  No.  2,  Granger,  Wash. 
MORGAN,  LESTER  T., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Banks,  Oregon. 
MULLANY,  LEO  J., 

21 1 1  Howard  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
MULLEN,  JOSEPH  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  9,  Salem,  Ore. 
MULLER,  ALBERT  C., 

R.  No.  2,  Silverton,  Oregon. 
MYERS,  CHARLES  S., 

317 — 2nd  Ave.,  Great  Falls,  Mont. 
NEIMEYER,  ATALUS  J., 

2646  Romeo,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
REIS,  JOE  A., 

Arroyo,  Calif. 
RILEY,  DANIEL  J., 

Sacramento,  Calif. 
RITCHIE,  WILLIAM  B., 

1135  J  St.,  Fresno,  Calif. 
RIVES,  JOHN  L., 

1047  Gough  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
ROBERTS,  GEORGE  B., 

Minersville,  Utah. 
RODREIGUES,  EDUARDO, 

732  Yanodila  St.,  Santa  Barbara,  Calif. 
ROMERO,  MARTIN  C., 

Susanville,  Calif. 
ROMERO,  RAYMOND  E., 

830  Canal  St.,  Santa  Barbara,  Calif. 
ROOT,  CLARENCE  L., 

Oceano,  Calif. 
ROSS,  HENRY  H., 

Santa  Rosa,  Calif. 
RUEDY,  JOHN  V., 

R.  No.  3,  Box  223,  Santa  Rosa,  Calif. 
RUSSELL,   ED.  W., 

3482  Adams  St.,  Ogden,  Utah. 


Company  "K" 


409 


PRIVATES 

SAARINEN,  GEORGE  M., 

Vader,  Wash. 
SABIN,  HENRY  E., 

Salem,  Utah. 
SABIN,  WILBUR  V., 

Daniel,  Wyo. 
SALAZAR,  ROSEMAL, 

King  City,  Calif. 
SALEIA,  EMILIO, 

641  Broadway,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
SANDERS,  CARL  D., 

Tahlequah,  Oklahoma. 
SANI,  ALBERT  A., 

R.  No.  4,  Box  109,  Santa  Rosa,  Calif. 
SCARCELLO,  IPPOLITO, 

R.  No.  2,  Rathdrum,  Idaho. 
SCOLARI,  LOUIS, 

Box  77,  Castroville,  Calif. 
SEEKATZ,  GEORGE, 

Lone  Pine,  Calif. 
SHATT,  BUDDIE, 

Eufaula,  Oklahoma. 
SHEA,  HARRY  C., 

Jamestown,  Calif. 
SHERWOOD,  JOHN  R.f 

1002  E.  Madison  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
SILVA,  WILLIAM  P., 

Santa  Maria,  Calif. 
SIMMONS,  ALBERT  A., 

Lequire,  Oklahoma. 
SMITH,  ALLEN  H., 

West  Point,  Calif. 
SMITH,  MORAN, 

Holly  Creek,  Oklahoma. 
SMITH,  OTTO, 

Cottonwood,  Idaho. 
SMITH,  WEIGHSTELL  A., 

Standard,  Calif. 
SORENSEN,  JAMES  B., 

Redmond,  Utah. 
SORENSEN,  JULIUS, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  226,  Provo,  Utah. 
SORHONDO,  GASTON, 

Los  Cruces,  Calif. 
SPEIR,  CHARLES  L., 

Stidham,  Okla. 
SQUIRES,  ROBERT, 

Milford,  Utah. 
STAVOUS,  ALFRED, 

615  Cleveland  Ave.,  Fergus  Falls,  Minn. 
STOCCO,  VALENTINO, 

3825  Olympia  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 


(Continued) 

STONER,  JOHN  H., 
Keota,  Okla. 

STORLIE,  MELVIN  L., 

6410  South  Vende  Ave.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
STUART,  CHARLES  H., 

Moorpark,  Calif. 

SULLIVAN,  CAMERON  L., 
Bokchito,  Oklahoma. 

SUNDSTROM,  CARL  K., 

8339— I5*h  Ave.,  N.  W.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
SWANBECK,  OLLIE  W., 

604  S.  Cannon  St.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
SWENSEN,  ELMER  C., 

490  N.  2d  E.,  Spanish  Fork,  Utah. 
SWIFT,  JOSEPH, 

2014  South  nth  East,  Salt  Lake  City. 
Utah. 

TAOKS,  JISANJI, 

153  Main  St.,  Watson ville,  Calif. 

TAYLOR,  CHARLES  A., 
Pittville,  Calif. 

TERWILLEGAR,  LEROY  M., 

Green  Creek,  Idaho. 
THILL,  CLARENCE  M., 

Route  No.  2,  Ronan,  Montana. 
THOMAS,  EDWARD, 

Lucile,  Idaho. 

THOMAS,  ELIAS  E., 

Spanish  Fork,  Utah. 
THOMAS,  JOHN  L., 

Wales,  Utah. 
THOMAS,  RICHARD  T., 

Tupelo,  Okla. 
THOMPSON,  LEWIS, 

Adair,  Okla. 
THOMPSON,  SONNY, 

Pierce,  Idaho. 
TUCK,  DEE, 

Hanna,  Okla. 

TUCKFIELD,  CHARLES  J., 
90 — 3d  St.,  Lehi  City,  Utah. 

TURNER,  OSCAR  C., 
Route  No.  3,  Box  53,  Petaluma,  Calif. 

TRACE Y,  ALPHONSIS  C., 
Ismay,  Mont. 

TRAINA,  MANUEL, 
H.  H.  Farma,  Sonoma,  Calif. 

TRAVERS,  MANUEL  S., 
Watsonville,  Calif. 

TREJO,  HENRY, 
323  Vine  St.,  Santa  Maria,  Calif. 


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TRINE,  CLYDE  W.  H., 

Guerneville,  Calif. 
VAN  PROOYEN,  ARIE, 

Davenport,  Wash. 
VIOLICH,  NICKLAS, 

443 — 2d  St.,  Watsonville,  Calif. 
WAGNON,  THOMAS  J., 

Westville,  Oklahoma. 
WALLACE,  BRICE, 

Dougherty,  Okla. 
WALLACE,  EARL  J., 

Adelarda,  Calif. 
WALMSLEY,  WILLIAM  E., 

Hawthorne,  Nev. 
WALSER,  ERICH, 

Cotton  wood,  Idaho. 
WALTZ,  ERNEST  E., 

Wright,  Calif. 
WATKINS,  WILLIAM  P., 

Katemcy,  Tex. 
WATSON,  CLYDE  W., 

Woodland,  Calif. 
WATSON,  THADEAUS  C., 

Harris,  Ark. 
WATTERSON,  FRANK, 

Big  Pine,  Calif. 


WEATHERMAN,  PERRY, 

1018  W.  Poplar  St.,  Walla  Walla,  Wash. 

WENSMAN,  BERNARD, 

Green  Creek,  Idaho. 
WETTSTEIN,  HENRY, 

San  Andreas,  Calif. 
WILKINS,  LESTER  M., 

R.  No.  2,  Grangeville,  Idaho. 
WILSON,  GEORGE, 

Boulder  Creek,  Colo. 
WOOSTER,  PERCY, 

U.  S.  1 2th  Infantry. 
WREDE,  GEORGE  E., 

Standish,  Calif. 
YANDELL,  JAP, 

Big  Pine,  Calif. 
YOUNG,  GEORGE  P., 

R.  No.  I,  Rathdrum,  Idaho. 
ZAFFERIS,  GEORGE  T., 

636— 8th  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
ZAMARONI,  EMILIO  H., 

Petaluma,  Calif. 
ZAMARONI,  EUGENE, 

R.  No.  3,  Box  246,  Santa  Rosa,  Calif. 
ZEHNER,  COURTNEY  I.  S., 

R.  No.  3,  Grangeville,  Idaho. 


Company  "  L" 


CAPTAIN 
SLOAN,  ROY,  5640  Kinbark  Ave.,  Chicago,  IU. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANT 

COLLINS,  CARTER,  PORTER,  ERCIL  D., 

26  Lowell  St.,  Redwood  City,  Calif.  949  Story  St.,  McMinnville,  Ore. 

PALMER,  LOUIE  A.,  Clay  Center,  Neb. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANT 

VANDEORIFT,  ROLLAND  A.,  1220  East  Market  St.,  Stockton,  Calif. 

FIRST  SERGEANT 
BENNETT,  JOHN  P.,  Sandpoint,  Idaho. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
BEDWELL,  DONALD  M.,  1818  Merwin  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 
EDSON,  JAMES  E.,  3208  Serra  Way,  Sacramento,  Calif. 

SERGEANTS 

CATES,  HERBERT  L.,  PACK,  JOSEPH, 

Swepsonville,  North  Carolina.  Dickson,  Tenn. 

HANSBRO,  IRA  J.,  PANKOV,  JpHN, 

Canadian,  Texas.  807  N.  Darien  St.,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 

LUCAS,  HARVEL  L.  SEALS,  BERTIE  C., 

1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry.  Lumber-ton,  North  Carolina. 

MISKELL,  HERMAN  L.,  THURSTON,  WILLIAM  F., 

1 2th  U.  S.  Infantry.  Roberts,  111. 

MORRISON,  ROBERT  E.,  WILLIAMS,  CHARLIE  P., 

Morning  Sun,  Iowa.  Cowan,  Tenn. 

CORPORALS 

BARGAGLIOTTI,  WILLIAM  J.,  DURHAM,  WILLIAM  R., 

Sausalito,  Calif.  Billings,  Montana. 

BARRON,  WAYNE  W.,  DAVIS,  DA  KA, 

Eldorado,  Kansas.  Bountiful,  Utah. 

CAMPBELL,  HOWARD  D.,  DAVIS,  WALDO  R., 

706  N.  Harvard  Ave.,  Fullerton,  Calif.  Dinuba,  Calif. 

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CORPORALS 

EICHNER,  ARTHUR  M., 

Box  36,  E.  Seattle,  Wash. 
FERNIE,  JAMES, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Box  93,  Bakersfield,  Cal. 

FORD,  ARTHUR  A., 

Navarr  Hotel,  Seattle,  Wash. 

GREGG,  JOHN, 

176 — 3rd  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 

GUTHER,  ROY  F., 

Shepherd,  Montana. 
HEALY,  CHARLES, 

Gen.  Del.,  El  Centre,  Calif. 
HOLDER,  AUSTIN  I., 

Bremerton,  Wash. 
HUDSON,  FLORIAN, 

Georgetown,  Ky. 
HYNES,  FRANK, 

Pocatello,  Idaho. 
JELTE,  HARLOW  E., 

560  Hollywood  Ave.,  Salt  Lake  City, 

Utah. 
JONES,  ELLIS  H., 

136 — 22nd  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


(Continued) 

MILLER,  HARRY  K., 
Waterloo,  Oregon. 

MISKOVSKY,  JOSEF, 

5249  So.  Honore  Ave.,  Chicago,  111. 

McGRANN,  EDWARD  D., 

2722  Winter  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

OWENS,  GEORGE  H., 
Willow  Ranch,  Calif. 

PARNELL,  WILLIAM  C., 
Hominy,  Oklahoma. 

PAULSEN,  KNUD  E., 
Solvang,  Calif. 

PITTS,  MARCELLUS, 
Taft,  Calif. 

ROBINSON,  ELBERT  R., 
Wewoka,  Okla. 

ROSE,  DALLAS  M., 

Hominy,  Okla. 
SANSOME,  ERNEST, 

Reeding,  Calif. 

VAN  DORN,  LEWIS  H.t 

Hotel  Lyndon,  Los  Gatos,  Calif. 


COOKS 


KOSSUTH,  CASPER, 

1014  Minor  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
LANE,  PAUL  A., 

Sheridan,  Ind. 


WIGSTADT,  EDWARD, 

Kimball,  Wis. 
WILEY,  CHARLES  E., 

Depot  Hotel,  Ogden,  Utah. 


MECHANICS 


HAWKINS,  RALPH,  TUREK,  JERRY, 

Wheatland,  Wyo.  Chicago,  111. 

WILSON,  JOSEPH  L.,  105  W.  Monterey  St.,  Denison,  Texas. 


BUGLERS 


FARRY,  JOSEPH, 
Oneonta,  New  York. 


PARKIN,  MERRILL  E., 
Hudson,  South  Dakota. 


PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


CARDOZA,  ALBERT  M., 

870  E.  Empire  St.,  San  Jos<§,  Calif. 
DUNCAN,  WILLIAM  W., 

Bryon,  Calif. 
ECKSTROM,  ADOLPH  J., 

1314  Marrion  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
EDIE,  ALBERT  J., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  94,  Spanaway,  Wash. 
FALK,  ALBERT  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Deer  Park,  Wash. 
FIORINA,  DANIEL, 

Casper,  Wyo. 


FISHER,  JOHN  B., 

nth  and  Peabody,  Port  Angeles,  Wash. 
GILBERT,  JESSE  M., 

Thermopolis,  Wyo. 
GOLDSMITH,  EARL  V., 

383  South  I  ith  St.,  San  Jos£,  Calif. 
GRECE,  CORNELIUS, 

Seattle,  Wash. 
HAGMOE,  ERNEST  A., 

1630  N.  52nd  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
HARRINGTON,  WALTER  H., 

1907 — ist  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


Company  "L" 


413 


PRIVATES— FIRST 

HAVERLAND,  CHARLES  R., 

125  Grand  Ave.,  Billings,  Mont. 
HELPER,  BURRES  E., 

35  N.  Capitol  Ave.,  Indianapolis,  Ind. 
HUDSON,  LELAND  L.f 

311  N.  77th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
HURD,  WALTER  L., 

Buckhorn,  Wyo. 
JESPERSON,  AAGE  P., 

580  Chenery  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
JURHS,  MINOR  A., 

908— South  gth  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
KEEFE,  EDWARD  L., 

4050  8th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
KENNEDY,  JOHN, 

Bluestem,  Wash. 
KRAHENBERG,  ALFRED, 

Cupertino,  Calif. 
KUCERA,  BOHUMIL  F., 

2944  N.  55th  St.,  Omaha,  Nebr. 
MADDRY,  CHARLES  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  37,  Idabell,  Okla. 
MADDRY,  ROBERT  S., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  37,  Idabell,  Okla. 

MALOY,  JOHN  C., 

Mount  Vernon,  Wash. 
MARTIN,  ALFRED  E., 

706  Dayton  St.,  Muskogee,  Okla. 
MAYES,  HARRY  P., 

Box  26,  Union  Mills,  Wash. 
MEERDINK,  JOHN  H., 

133  Pontius  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
MELISSAROUPOLOS,  TONY, 

Yellowstone  Cafe\  Billings,  Mont. 
McCULLOUGH,  BYRNS, 

Dunnigan,  Calif. 


CLASS  (Continued) 

MCDONALD,  RAYMOND  M., 

Seward  Hotel,  Seattle,  Wash. 
McFARLAND,  ROSCOE, 

Big  Heart,  Okla. 
McNEILL,  THOMAS  B., 

1015  Main  St.,  St.  Joseph,  Mo. 
McWILLIAMS,  WILLIAM  D., 

4104 — 4th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
PAINE,  AMBROSE  H., 

822  Dayton  St.,  Muskogee,  Okla. 
PAPPAN,  LESTER  F., 

Pawhuska,  Okla. 
PERRY,  JOE,  Jr., 

1913  Broadway,  Alameda,  Calif. 
PETERMAN,  CALDWELL, 

Davis,  Okla. 
PETTIBONE,  ERROL  C., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  52,  Bellevue,  Wash. 
RUDD,  ROY  A., 

Ashton  Hotel,  Spokane,  Wash. 
SLAGLE,  GORDON  F., 

Blue  Jacket,  Okla. 
STEELE,  SAMUEL, 

Goshen,  Utah. 
SWINNEY,  JOHN  S., 

Hartshorne,  Okla. 
TATE,  WALTER, 

Alderson,  Okla. 
TAYLOR,  TEACUMSEY, 

Haywood,  Okla. 
THOMAS,  WILLIAM  M., 

Wilburton,  Okla. 
TIPPENS,  WILLIAM  H., 

Southland,  Texas. 
YATES,  EARL  L. 

Hartshorne,  Okla. 


ACITO,  VICTORANZO, 

914  Grove  Ave.,  Niagara  Falls,  N. 
ARMSTRONG,  CLYDE  D., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Genesee,  Idaho. 

BARBEE,  ROY, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Portland,  Tenn. 
BARENCHI,  ALENDO  G., 

Santa  Rosa,  Calif. 
BATES,  JOHN 

Sugartree,  Tenn. 
BEERE,  STANLEY  J., 

Fillmore,  Calif. 
BEGLEY,  DANIEL  J., 

1800  Rose  St.,  Berkeley,  Calif. 


PRIVATES 

BENELLI,  ALADINO, 
Y.  Occidental,  Calif. 

BENNETT,  WILLIAM  T., 

Millwood,  Georgia. 
BREDE,  GUSTAF  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Garfield,  Minn. 
CALDERON,  ROMALDO  S., 

Sisquoc,  Calif. 
CARLILE,  LELAND  O., 

R.  F.  D.,  Box  27,  Mountain  View,  Calif. 

CARLSON,  EDWARD  A., 

3624  E.  Jones  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

CHAMBERS,  HOMER  H., 
Santa  Clara,  Calif. 


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PRIVATES 

DESANTO,  MATTHEW, 

24  Hennepin  Ave.,  Minneapolis,  Minn. 
DIBBLE,  CLAUD  F., 

130  So. 8th  St.,E.,  Salt  Lake  City, Utah. 
DOWNING,  GUY  P., 

1402 — 5th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
DOYLE,  THADDEUS  L.f 

2232  West  56th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
EASTMAN,  ROBERT  L. 

Grand  View,  Wash. 
ECHELMEIER,  OTTO  A., 

728  Tomplins  St.,  St.  Charles,  Mo. 
ERICKSON,  EMIL, 

1420— 4th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

FANELLI,  TONY, 

599  W.   San  Salvador  St.,   San  Jos£, 
Calif. 

FAWCETT,  EARL  P., 

421  Wilton  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

FLOWERS,  DEMPSEY  C., 

Woodland,  Calif. 
FRIEDRICK,  JOE, 

Box  492,  Centralia,  Wash. 

GATTUCCIO,  JOSEPH, 
San  Jos£,  Calif. 

GENINIE,  JOSEPH, 

I2th  &  Keyes  St.,  San  Jose",  Calif. 
GOTLIEB,  SAM, 

1522  First  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

GRAZIANO,  GIROLAMO, 
628  N.  isth  St.,  San  Jos6,  Calif. 

GREEN,  LLOYD  E., 
Seattle,  Wash. 

GRIMSBO,  SOLOMON  F., 
Casper,  Wyo. 

HAFFER,  PAUL  R., 
3813  N.  Grove  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 

HAGSTEADT,  OSCAR  S. 

i8io#  Terry  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
HALAM,  FRED, 

825— loth  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
HANNESDALE,  IVAN  J., 

Traften  Hotel,  Seattle,  Wash. 
HANSON,  GUNNAR, 

Port  Blakeley,  Wash. 
HANSON,  JAMES  R., 

R.  No.  I,  Clinton,  Wash. 
HARPER,  SYDNEY  G., 

4815  W.  Findley  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
HARRIS,  GEORGE  J., 

1523^ — 2nd  Ave..  Seattle,  Wash. 


(Continued) 

HATCHER,  GEORGE, 

Lehigh,  Montana. 
HATTON,  JOHN  L., 

Warren,  Texas. 

HOLMAN,  WILLIAM  H., 

Oakharbor,  Wash. 
HOWARD,  CHARLES  L., 

Capay,  Calif. 
HUGHES,  KENNETH, 

3024  Harrison  Ave.,  Leadville,  Colo. 
ILSTADT,  GUY, 

508— 24th  Ave.,  So.  Seattle,  Wash. 
JASPER,  NATHANIEL  D., 

Fortuna,  Calif. 
JENSEN,  JENS  H., 

Box  18,  Langley,  Wash. 
JEPSON,  JOHN  H., 

1809 — 8th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
JOHNSON,  RUSSELL  E., 

1436  W.  53rd  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

KLAUSMAN,  CHARLES  H., 

1519    Aldrich    Ave.,    N.    Minneapolis, 
Minn. 

KOHLENBERG,  HENRY,  Jr., 
New  Braunfels,  Texas. 

KUBEY,  JOE, 

2959  E.  8ist  Place,  So.  Chicago,  111. 
LAGER,  ARTHUR  A., 

Port  Angeles,  Wash. 

LANE,  WILLIAM  D., 
3832— 24th  Ave.,  S.  W.  Seattle,  Wash. 

LAYLON,  WILLIAM, 
Red  Lodge,  Montana. 

LEIRD,  ONNIE, 
Kinta,  Okla. 

LELAND,  ELMER  P., 
Box  462,  Clarkston,  Wash. 

LE  VENE,  WALTER  M., 
2317  Norman  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

LEWIS,  THOMAS  L., 
R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Roanoke,  Ala. 

LITTLE,  HARRY  J., 
Standard  Hotel,  Seattle,  Wash. 

LONN,  PETER  B., 

3028  W.  59th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
MACK,  RUSSELL, 

235  Trumball  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
MACKINSON,  JOSEPH, 

3611  Washington  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

MANUS,  CHRIST, 

Virginia  Hotel,  Spokane,  Wash. 


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MARRA,  LEONARD, 

1209 — 2nd  Ave.,  Sault  Ste.  Marie,  Mich. 
MASON,  GEORGE  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Red  Oak,  Ga. 
MATHEW,  FRANCIS  A., 

Olympic  Taver,  Brinnon,  Wash. 
MATLES,  HARRY, 

Hominy,  Okla. 
MELA,  GIOVANNI, 

299  Broadway,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
MENZEL,  ALBERT, 

Bryan  Marr,  Washington. 
MEYER,  WILHELM  F., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  6,  Mapleton,  111. 
MICHALOWSKI,  EDWARD  J., 

825  W.  soth  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
MIGHELL,  REUBEN  E., 

3602  E.  F  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
MILLER,  SYLVESTER  W., 

1534  Bonita  Ave.,  Berkeley,  Calif. 
MILTON,  FLETCHER  R., 

800  Capitol  Ave.,  Ellensburg,  Wash. 
MOON,  JAMES  S., 

Torrington,  Wyo. 
MOONEY,  MELVIN  T., 

Weogurka,  Ala. 

MORRISON,  ALVIN  W., 

Tancred,  Calif. 
MOSER,  EARL  L., 

Seattle,  Wash. 
MOSER,  WESLEY, 

Ashland,  Okla. 
MOSHER,  RAYMOND, 

Deadwood,  South  Dakota. 
MOSS,  LEONARD  B., 

Mill  Creek,  Okla. 
MOSSER,  JOHN  R. 

Caffeyville,  Kans. 
MOYER,  DAVID  H., 

Hathaway,  Montana. 
MURDOCH,  CHARLES  F., 

582— 35th  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
MURPHY,  PHILO, 

Billings,  Montana. 
MUSSER,  BOYD  S., 

Arbuckle,  Calif. 

MCALLISTER,  EDWARD  j.j., 

105— i6th  Ave.,  N.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
McCALL,  RICHARD  H., 

1005  E.  Marion,  Seattle,  Wash. 

MCDONALD,  WILLIAM  s., 

Hotel  Terry,  Seattle,  Wash. 


McEWAN,  BYRAN  S., 

226  I  St.,  Salt  Lake  City,  Utah. 
McFAYDDEN,  REX  A., 

2400  E.  Ray  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
NELSON,  CLARENCE  W., 

720  W.  Carlisle  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
NEWMARK,  VALENTINE  F., 

Pawhuska,  Ok^a. 

NORDEEN,  ERICK, 

New  Castle,  Wash. 
NORDEN,  MARTIN  A. 

Box  86,  Parkland,  Wash. 
NORDVICK,  MONS  J., 

1757  W.  1 6th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
OAKES,  EDWARD  E., 

Rear  349  Main  St.,  Bingham,  Wash. 
PATTON,  JOSEPH  F., 

525  S.  Lyon  St.,  Albany,  Ore. 
PAULI,  ALFRED, 

Cleveland,  Montana. 
PETER,  JOHN  B., 

Dedham,  Iowa. 
PETERMAN,  WILLIAM  R,, 

Davis,  Okla. 
PIERCE,  CLAUDE  G., 

Yermo,  Calif. 
PIERSON,  ALVIN, 

Sulphur,  Murry  County,  Okla. 
POTES,  FLOYD  E., 

Colgate,  Okla. 
PROCTOR,  MIKE  A., 

Locust  Grove,  Okla. 
RAY,  CHARLIE  H., 

709  Okmulgee  St.,  Okmulgee,  Okla. 
REARDEN,  OSCAR  V., 

Cor.  Orcas  &  Rainier,  Seattle,  Wash. 
REED,  HARRY  M., 

Sherwood,  Oregon. 
RICE,  THERON, 

Dowling,  Mich. 
ROGUSO,  FRANK, 

1 66  Carroll  St.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
RUNNELS,  JOHNIE, 

Hulbert,  Okla. 
SEEDIG,  GUSTAV  A., 

Wheeler,  Tex. 
SEELIG,  ARTHUR  L., 

147  Hooper  St.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
SHEEGOG,  KYLE  G., 

Sulphur,  Okla. 
SIEVERS,  EDDIE  O., 

Haskell,  Term. 


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PRIVATES  (Continued) 


STUART,  RUSSELL  A., 

Challis,  Idaho. 
SULLIVAN,  THOMAS  E., 

306  W.  Main  St.,  Pawhuska,  Okla. 
THAYER,  TEDDY  M., 

361  Alberta  St.,  Westminster,  B.  C. 
THERRIAULT,  GEORGE  W., 

Tursp,  Washington. 
THOMAS,  BEN, 

Hartshorne,  Okla. 
TODD,  AARON  M., 

Haralson,  Ga. 
TROLLA,  BERNARDINE, 

207  Southwest  Ave.,  Iron  wood,  Mich. 
TURNER,  DREEBEN, 

Troup,  Texas. 
VAN  CLEVE,  BEN, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Stonewall,  Okla. 
VAN  SICKLE,  IVAN, 

Bois6,  Idaho. 
VICKERS,  THOMAS  W., 

Wilburton,  Okla. 
VOSS,  DAVID, 

Orting,  Wash. 


WAGES,  HARVEY  C., 

Wilburton,  Okla. 
WAGNER,  CARL  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  Peshtigo,  Wis. 
WALLACE,  RAYMOND  H., 

Ashland,  Okla. 
WARFORD,  WESLEY, 

Wilburton,  Okla. 
WILKS,  JUNIOUS  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  5,  Jefferson,  Ga. 
WILLIAMS,  BOLDEN, 

633  Marshall  St.,  Memphis,  Tenn. 
WOOLARD,  IRA, 

Manes,  Mo. 
WYATT,  LESSIE, 

Stratford,  Okla. 
YANDELL,  GARY  A., 

Stuart,  Okla. 
ZACHA,  GEORGE  F., 

2519  South  G  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
ZACHAUS,  OLIVER  A., 

5921  24th  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
ZIEGLER,  CHARLES  A., 

433  W.  4ist  St.,  New  York,  New  York. 


Company  "M" 


CAPTAIN 
LEWIS,  WARFIELD  M.,  Box  263,  San  Anselmo,  Calif. 

FIRST  LIEUTENANTS 

ADAIR,  ALEXANDER,  STEPHENS,  GORDON  F., 

U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O.  U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O. 

WELCH,  HERMAN,  1140  West  55th  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

SECOND  LIEUTENANTS 

ROPER,  JOSEPH  S.,  WOOD,  ERNEST  B., 

U.  S.  A.,  c/o  A.  G.  O.  Garwood,  Mo. 

FIRST  SERGEANT 
MOORE,  HARVEY  P.,  Amma,  West  Virginia. 

MESS  SERGEANT 
KWIATKOWSKI,  JOHN  F.,  I2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 

SUPPLY  SERGEANT 
STRAND,  DAVID,  Ironwood,  Mich. 

SERGEANTS 

ANTHONY,  LOUIS  W.,  KEENEY,  HARVEY, 

1534  Great  Highway,  S.  Francisco,  Cal.          South  Point,  Ohio. 

BOYER,  CHARLES  E.,  McLAUGHLIN,  SAMUEL  M., 

84  Market  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif.  Gen.  Del.,  San  Jos<§,  Calif. 

DODDER,  MARSHALL  A.,  O'BOYLE,  LEONARD, 

Linden,  Mich.  Woodward,  Oklahoma.  • 

EICH,  CLARENCE,  SHIELDS,  BERT  H., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry.  1028  Montgomery  Ave.,  Clinton,  111. 

HARDY,  GEORGE  W.,  WALSH,  WILLIAM  W., 

Union  City,  Tenn.  115  South  Euclid  Ave.,  Goldfield,  Nev. 

JOHNSON,  WALTER,  WOOD,  HAROLD, 

Florence,  Wis.  Lincoln,  Calif. 

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CORPORALS 


LESKANICH,  ANDREW, 

Wellington,  New  Jersey. 

MULLEN,  ANDY  R., 

Duluth,  Minn. 
NEWKIRK,  DAVID  H., 

Powell  River,  B.  C. 
NOLAN,  EARL  M., 

Riverton,  Wyo. 

PEMBERTON,  LE  ROY  K., 

3815  Holmes  St.,  Dallas,  Texas. 
POPPLETON,  THOMAS  B., 

Wellsville,  Utah. 
PRAIRO,  MANUEL  W., 

Pittsburg,  Calif. 
PRONGER,  JOHN  S., 

Seattle,  Wash. 
SANDBERG,  VIVIAN  J., 

Manhattan  Apts.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

SANGSTON,  ERNEST  B., 

Marysville,  Calif. 
SAXON,  WESLEY  E., 

Riverton,  Wyo. 
SCHWELLENBACH,  LEWIS  B., 

Alaska  Bldg.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
SCOTT,  EARL  W., 

4020  Eighth  Ave.,  N.  E.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
SECHRIST,  LOYD  E., 

1246  West  sist  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 

SIMS,  LEO  W., 

Unknown. 
SKINNER,  JAMES  W., 

Tucson,  Arizona. 


SMELAND,  WILLIAM  H., 

3237  East  :6th  St.,  San  Francisco,  Cal. 
SMITH,  KARL  G., 

Cedar  Springs,  Michigan. 
SOPER,  WILLARD  E., 

Regina,  Canada. 
SOUTH,  FREMONT  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  8,  Salem,  Ore. 
TAYLOR,  LOSCOE, 

Dayton,  Wash. 
THOMPSON,  ALEXANDER  J., 

Toledo,  Ore. 

THOMPSON,  HARRY  W., 
Alderpoint,  Calif. 

THOMPSON,  ROYAL, 

Moose  Club,  Seattle,  Wash. 
TIMM,  ALBERT  E., 

516  Second  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
VILDERANE,  EDWARD  L., 

107  East  2d  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
WASHINGTON,  JOHN, 

3255  West  6ist  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
WEBBER,  WILLIAM  A., 

Box  43,  Huntsville,  Tenn. 
WHEELER,  CHESTER  A., 

507  W.  Lead  St.,  Albuquerque,  N.  Mex. 
WHELAN,  EDWARD  J., 

946  South  Broadway,  Los  Angeles,  Calif. 
WHITE,  MACK, 

Wyola,  Mont. 
WILLIAMSON,  ALBERT  M.,  Albion, 

Calif. 


COOKS 


ENGELSTAD,  THEODORE  S., 
1 20  Magnolia  St.,  Long  Beach,  Calif. 

MARSHALL,  SAMUEL  C., 
Terre  Haute,  Ind. 


RANKIN,  THOMAS  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Cherry  Run,  West  Va. 
VANDERBERG,  RICHARD, 

Arment  Block,  Wallace,  Idaho. 


MECHANICS 


LARSON,  OSCAR, 

Ironwood,  Mich. 
PACK,  JAMES  H., 
Arcata,  Calif. 


THOMPSON,  WILLIAM  G., 
Landchief,  Oklahoma. 

WILSON,  HARRY, 
Ruth,  Nevada. 


BUGLER 

HELGESON,  HAROLD  E.,  Wilton,  North  Dakota. 

PRIVATES— FIRST  CLASS 


BIDDLE,  PORTER  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Meridian,  Idaho. 


CORNWALL,  SAMUEL  H., 
Emmett,  Idaho. 


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PRIVATES— FIRST 

DAVEY,  SAMUEL  S., 

Soulsbyville,  Calif. 
DELBONDIO,  OTTAVIO  D., 

Oakville,  Calif. 
DUCHARME,  MAXIME  P., 

Poison,  Mont. 
FRY,  JOHN  A., 

Eagle,  Idaho. 
HEFFNER,  CURT, 

Bois£,  Idaho. 
HUTTON,  JAMES  M., 

Emmett,  Idaho. 
NEITHAMMER,  CHARLES, 

Red  Lodge,  Mont. 
NELSON,  CHARLES  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  28,  Port  Orchard, 

Wash. 
NICHOLSON,  ROBERT  A., 

221  Warren  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
OGREN,  CARL  B., 

Seattle,  Wash. 
OLESON,  OLE, 

Bangor,  Wash. 
ORTH,  FRANK  W., 

44  Fifth  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
PARKS,  EARNEST, 

3838  Eastern  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

PERRY,  GLEN  H., 
Wayne  Hotel,  Seattle,  Wash. 

PROSSER,  EZRA, 
Weed,  Calif. 

RADCLIFF,  HARRY, 

3621  West  65th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

RICHARDS,  ROY  J., 

211  Queen  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

ROBARTS,  JAMES  L., 

2601  North  Alder  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 

RUTHERFORD,  JAMES  A., 

122  South  5th  St.,  Richmond,  Calif. 

SALVESON,  HERBERT  T., 

Box  134,  Custer,  Mont. 
SANDERS,  MARVIN  R., 

Brentwood,  Calif. 
SANDVICK,  THOMAS  A., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  I,  Box  50,  Poulsbo,  Wash. 

SAXON,  JOHN  W., 

Riverton,  Wyo. 
SCHAUPP,  SAMUEL, 

Esperto,  Calif. 
SCHOPH,  AUGUST  C., 

Lake  Drive,  Bellingham,  Wash. 


CLASS  (Continued) 

SCURI,  PORTOLA, 

Metropolitan,  Calif. 
SHAUGHNESSY,  AMBROSE, 

1109  South  ist  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
SHAW,  RAY, 

218    Fourth    St.,     N.    E.,    Puyallup, 

Wash. 
SHEA,  ALBERT  W., 

3315  Pacific  Ave.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
SHILLER,  EDWARD  G.f 

Emmett,  Idaho. 
SILVERMANN,  ABRAHAM  M., 

Gen.  Del.,  Portland,  Ore. 
SMITH,  GEORGE  C., 

Emmett,  Idaho. 
SODERLUND,  NATHAN, 

7043   Sixteenth   St.,    N.    W.,    Seattle, 

Wash. 
STARN,  EDGAR  C., 

R.  F.  D.,  Bois£,  Idaho. 
TARBET,  DELBERT  R., 

Pomeroy,  Wash. 
TAYLOR,  CHARLES  I., 

1710  Eighty-ninth  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
THOMPSON,  CLIFFORD  C., 

Mountain  Home,  Idaho. 
THOMPSON,  GILBERT, 

Poulsbo,  Wash. 
TOMLIN,  MORRIS  A., 

Bangor,  Wash. 
UTTER,  ARDA  G., 

136  East  5th  St.,  Long  Beach,  Calif. 
VANDEVERE,  ERNEST, 

2814 — 28th  Ave.  S.,  Minneapolis,  Minn. 
VAUGHT,  EVERETT, 

Grey  bull,  Wyo. 
VENNER,  EMILE, 

i2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
VETTER,  EDWARD  W., 

Bangor,  Wash. 
WALTERS,  GRANT, 

5420  South  Cedar  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
WHITE,  IRVING, 

712  North  72nd  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
WILKINS,  ELWOOD, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  85,  Sugar  Station, 

Hunter,  Utah. 
WILSON,  GEORGE  W., 

Toluca,  Montana. 
WILSON,  HARRY  E., 

Eureka,  Utah. 
WOOD,  JUDSON  E., 

1548  West  6ist  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


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PRIVATES 


AALVIK,  OLE, 

Stevenson,  Wash. 
ALBERT,  LESTER  I., 

Box  43,  Missoula,  Mont. 
ANDERSON,  ERNEST  L., 

R.  I.  B.  35  Bells,  Cherry  Mound,  Texas. 
BEBOUT,  LEE  H., 

Wayne  St.,  Claysville,  Pa. 
BOYD,  JOHN  H., 

Checotah,  Okla. 
BRAUER,  HENRY  F., 

1539  Leland  Ave.,  Far  Rockaway,  N.  Y. 
BRITTON,  ORA  B.( 

Judson,  Ind. 
BROWN,  WILLIAM  E., 

Overbrook,  Okla. 
BRYAN,  WILLIAM  J., 

Box  41,  Lepanto,  Arkansas. 
CALLAHAN,  WILLIAM  J., 

I2th  U.  S.  Infantry. 
CAMPBELL,  EARL  S., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Boise,  Idaho. 
GARNER,  VAUGHN  V., 

741  Fourth  St.,  Santa  Rosa,  Calif. 
CHAPMAN,  EMMETT, 

Greenbush,  Ga. 

CHESTNUT,  BAZZLE, 
Melrose,  Fla. 

COMPTON,  CLYDE  T., 

Binger,  Okla. 
CREWS,  SIMON, 

Tyken,  Ga. 
DAVIDSON,  ROBERT  H., 

Meridian,  Idaho. 
DEAN,  JOSEPH  F., 

36  Sutton  Place,  New  York,  N.  Y. 

DEBOOR,  ERNEST  E., 
Route  No.  I,  Roberts,  111. 

DELCARLO,  JAMES, 

308  Vallejo  St.,  Petaluma,  Calif. 
DELOPEZ,  ALFRED  D., 

Madrone,  Calif. 
DEPPNER,  EDWIN, 

Rocklyn,  Wash. 
DILLON,  MARTIN, 

457  Twenty-fifth  St.,  Oakland,  Calif. 
DUNCOMBE,  LORNE  F., 

Moorpark,  Calif. 
ENNIS,  JAMES, 

Johnson  City,  111. 

ENNIS,  JAMES  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Boise,  Idaho. 


FILTER,  JOSEPH  A., 
Live  Oak,  Calif. 

GARNER,  LORANSY  D., 

Wittington,  Arkansas. 
GRACE,  LIAB  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  3,  DeKalb,  Miss. 
HALL,  NORRIS  O., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Boise,  Idaho. 
HARRIS,  MARRION  S., 

Emmett,  Idaho. 

HERKENRATT,  MILTON  H., 

Daglum,  North  Dakota. 
HERRELL,  THOMAS  E., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  4,  Advance,  Mo. 
HO  VIS,  ANDREW  D., 

8il  Cedar  Ave.,  Niagara  Falls,  N.  Y. 
JOHNSON,  WALTER  B., 

Elk,  Wash. 
LONG,  ROBERT  L., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Lizella,  Ga. 
MAGLEBY,  HANMER  W., 

lona,  Idaho. 
MARIONANO,  NICHOLAS, 

1464  Sixty-seventh  St.,  Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 
McKINNEY,  HENDERSON  H., 

Cranberry,  North  Carolina. 
MOOREHEAD,  WILLIAM  W., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Kilmichael,  Miss. 
MORRIE,  LEO  L., 

838  Allston,  Houston,  Texas. 
MUNN,  WILLIAM  D., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Quincy,  Miss. 
MYER,  JOHN  C., 

Oakland,  Calif. 
NARVAEZ,  STANLEY  A., 

757  Locust  St.,  San  Jose",  Calif. 
NAUDITT,  ALBERT  G., 

Ritzville,  Wash. 
NAUMANN,  GEORGE,  Jr., 

5319  Ninth  St.,  N.  E.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
NELSON,  CHARLES  A., 

Box  226,  Cupertino,  Calif. 
NELSON,  ELMER, 

Emmett,  Idaho. 
NELSON,  GUNNAR, 

1108  Fifth  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
NELSON,  PETER  J., 

1538  West  47th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
NEUMANN,  WILLIAM  G., 

101  Louisburg  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
NEWELL,  MAURICE  V., 

Seattle,  Wash. 


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NIINIVAARA,  HJALMAR., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Box  loo,  Winlock,  Wash. 
OCHIS,  PETER  G., 

Farmersville,  Calif. 
O'DONNELL,  EDWARD, 

142  Wyoming  Ave.,  Billings,  Mont. 
OLERICH,  WALTER  F., 

I H3J4  C,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
OLSEN,  CARL  H., 

3040  West  56th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
PALTOGLU,  WILLIAM  S., 

226  Riverside  Ave.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
PARMETER,  JOHN  A., 

252  Valvesta  Ave.,  Sheridan,  Wyo. 
PAULSKI,  TONY, 

Spokane,  Wash. 
PETTERSON,  BERNHARD  A., 

2213  West  62nd  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
PHILIPS,  RICHARD  T., 

1041  Summit  St.,  North,  Seattle,  Wash. 
PHINNEY,  ALFRED  H., 

Twin  Falls,  Idaho. 
PUCHOLA,  FRANK, 

628  Page  Ave.,  Jacksonville,  Mich. 
RAFFERTY,  WILLIAM  J., 

406  Quebec  St.,  Victoria,  Canada. 
REECE,  HAROLD  C., 

Valley  Ford,  Wash. 
REED,  HAROLD  H., 

3570  Thirtieth  St.,  San  Diego,  Calif. 
RIEMERS,  ADOLPH  R., 

Eagle,  Idaho. 
RITCHEY,  MORRIS  S., 

Swan  Valley,  Idaho. 

ROONEY,  THOMAS  R., 

1124  Lakeview  Blvd.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

ROSEBERRY,  EDWARD, 

Quilcene,  Wash. 
RUSSELL,  ARGUS  L., 

Billings,  Mont. 
RUSSELL,  GEORGE  E., 

Garden  Valley,  Idaho. 
SAINES,  CONSTANTINE  G., 

Box  441,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
SANDERS,  ERNEST  H., 

R.  F.  D.  No.  10,  Mitchell,  Ind. 
SCHAUER,   FRED   A., 

1150  South  Hope  St.,  Los  Angeles,  Cal. 
SCHNATH,  FRED  W., 

Port  Townsend,  Wash. 
SCHNELLHARDT,  JOHN  P., 

4229  Latona  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 


SHELDON,  EARL  D.f 

R.  F.  D.  No.  2,  Tumwater,  Wash. 
SHELVOCK,  GEORGE  L.t 

249  East  Empire  St.,  San  Jose",  Calif. 
SHEPARD,  PETER  N., 

914  Fifth  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
SHEPARD,  ROBERT  C., 

Humptulips,  Wash. 
SHEPPARD,  EDWARD  C., 

12 1 1  North  44th  St.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
SHERMENTINE,  THANE  A., 

Oro  Loma,  Calif. 
SHOMAR.  ROBERT  C., 

Gen.  Del.,  Port  Angeles,  Wash. 
SICOTTE,  PAUL  E., 

758  S.  Main  St.,  South  Bend,  Ind. 
SILVA,  JAMES, 

R.  No.  2,  Box  52,  Sequim,  Wash. 
SIMMONS,  MICHAEL, 

116  Nob  Hill  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

SJOSTROM,  HJALMAR  P., 
Casper,  Wyo. 

SKINNER,  JAMES  L., 

Starrsville,  Ga. 
SPRING,  ORVILLE  H., 

454  Sixth  St.,  Bremerton,  Wash. 
STARKEY,  WILLIAM  R., 

Meeteetse,  Wyo. 
STARR,  ROBERT  R., 

Lusk,  Wyo. 
STELLING,  RALPH  H., 

232 1 >£  Fifteenth  St., San  Francisco,  Cal. 
STEPHENS,  ROBERT  W., 

Iroquois  Hotel,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
STIRTS,  EDWARD  D., 

Silverton,  Ore. 
STRUBING,  JOHN, 

South  176  Post  St.,  Spokane,  Wash. 
STRUZESKI,  SIMON, 

ii  12  East  35th  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
SUTTON,  BENJAMIN  L., 

1314  Sixteenth  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 

TABOR,  ROSCO, 

Furn water,  Wash. 
TAYLOR,  ERNEST  L., 

Juliaetta,  Idaho. 
TESSARO,  VALENTE, 

Tacoma,  Wash. 
TEWES,  JOHN  H., 

R.  No.  2,  Pine  Island,  Minn. 
THOMAS,  CHARLES  W., 

Gordon,  Montana. 


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PRIVATES 

THOMAS,  JOHN  F., 

523  Main  St.,  Mountain  Rose,  Calif. 
THORESON,  OSCAR, 

410  Minor  St.,  North,  Seattle,  Wash. 

THORS,  ERIC, 

R.  F.  D.  No.  i,  Box  99,  Port  Blakeley, 

Wash. 
TORVANGER,  BERT  M., 

Seattle,  Wash. 
TULLIS,  ERNEST, 

Chalmen  Apts.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
TUTTLE,  WILLIAM  W., 

Grangeville,  Utah. 
UPSON,  NORMAN  E., 

Drewsey,  Ore. 
USHER,  EARL, 

Cashmere,  Wash. 
VALENTINE,  WILLIAM  A., 

513    Fourth    St.,    S.  E.,  Little    Falls, 

Minn. 
VALSECCHI,  JAMES, 

200  First  St.,  Eureka,  Calif. 
VAN  DYKE,  ALBERT, 

Oak  Harbor,  Wash. 
VAUGHN,  ROBERT  E., 

2041  West  Lake  Ave.,  Seattle,  Wash. 
VEGGE,  GEORGE  M., 

Paussbo,  Wash. 
VITALI,  MAURIZIO, 

406  Broadway,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 


(Continued) 

WALLS,  FRANK, 

2128  South  A  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
WEBB,  EDWARD  J., 

Townsend,  Montana. 
WELLES,  FRED  E., 

Binghamton,  New  York. 
WERBELOW,  WILLIAM  P., 

Germania,  Wyo. 
WESTBERG,  GEORGE  J., 

3521  Hoyt  Ave.,  Everett,  Wash. 
WHEELER,  JAMES, 

Melba,  Idaho. 
WHITE,  BEN, 

91  Fourth  St.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 
WHITE,  RALPH  E., 

La  Grande,  Ore. 
WILLIS,  ANDRUS  F., 

212  South  37th  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
WOLD,  NILS  O., 

Seattle,  Wash. 
WOLPERS,  CHARLEY  C., 

2914  South  L  St.,  Tacoma,  Wash. 
WRIGHT,  ALFRED  H., 

R.  R.  No.  i,  Billingsby,  Ala. 
YOUNT,  SAMUEL  J., 

Claremont,  North  Carolina. 
ZEBELL,  ALFRED, 

2027  Virginia  St.,  Everett,  Wash. 
ZINK,  JOSEPH  E., 

Y.  M.  C.  A.,  San  Francisco,  Calif. 


Fraternity 

WE  are  leaving  tents  and  barracks,  the  long  days  of  drill 
and  fatigue  are  over,  and   the  supply  sergeant    is 
checking  our  equipment  for  the  last  time.     We  are 
taking  a  great  deal  with  us  from  this  khaki  world,  and  are 
leaving  it  with  much  more  than  we  brought  with  us  when  we 
entered.    We  are  being  graduated  from  the  greatest  university 
ever  founded  and  we  are  proud  of  our  membership  in  the 
alumni  of  the  Army  of  the  United  States  of  America. 

A  greater  variety  of  mental  and  physical  qualities  was  never 
assembled  than  was  found  in  the  aggregation  of  men  that  made 
up  the  army  with  which  we  resisted  Prussian  aggression.  We 
entered  the  Army  as  individuals,  each  with  his  own  sympathies 
and  prejudices.  But  when  we  caught  the  spirit  of  service,  the 
spirit  that  animates  our  entire  military  organization,  and  the 
spirit  that  made  victory  possible,  we  forgot  ourselves  and  our 
views,  and  there  was  awakened  in  us  a  growing  tolerance  of 
our  fellow  man  and  his  ideas. 

We  are  returning  to  mufti  with  higher  civic  ideals,  we  have 
been  brought  into  more  intimate  relation  with  our  Government, 
and  we  leave  the  Army  better  democrats,  better  citizens,  and 
better  men.  We  have  mingled  with  the  men  of  the  East,  the 
West,  the  North,  and  the  South;  we  have  bunked  together, 
worked  together,  and  fought  together.  Now  we  are  going 
back  to  our  homes  to  live  together. 

A  few  years,  and  the  months  that  we  wore  the  U.  S.  button 
will  be  only  a  memory,  but  the  camaraderie  and  the  good-fellow- 
ship that  we  established  during  those  days  of  hard  work  in  the 
cantonment  will  long  remain  a  potent  influence  in  our  daily 
lives.  We  leave  the  service  of  our  country  with  better  bodies, 
better  brains,  and  a  new  spirit,  the  spirit  of  the  Fraternity  of 
Olive  Drab. 

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Our   Regiment 

IN  a  few  years  we  will  forget  about  the  long  hot  days  in  the 
dust  and  under  full  pack.  The  memory  of  army  chow 
will  fade  away.  We  will  be  unable  to  recall  all  the  un- 
pleasant things  that  were  said  to  us  during  our  rookie  days. 
But  the  thing  that  we  will  remember  will  be  the  associations 
that  we  have  had  and  the  friends  that  we  have  made.  Our 
Regiment  is  particularly  fortunate  in  having  among  its  mem- 
bers a  spirit  of  comradeship  that  can  seldom  be  found  in  so 
large  a  group  of  men.  Friction  and  dissension  have  been  prac- 
tically nil.  Every  man  has  made  friendships  that  he  will 
treasure  always.  And  the  day  will  come  when  we  will  realize 
that  all  the  sacrifices  we  have  made  and  the  hardships  we  have 
undergone  are  amply  repaid,  because,  in  the  final  analysis,  of 
all  things  in  life,  true  and  loyal  friendship  is  the  most  precious. 
When,  in  the  next  few  months,  many  of  us  leave  our  Regiment, 
we  shall  carry  with  us  to  our  homes  the  memory  of  the  best 
association  of  our  entire  lives.  Let  us  make  that  feeling  count 
for  something,  and  when  in  after  years  we  meet  our  former 
comrades  in  arms  let  us  have  as  the  open  sesame  to  our  hos- 
pitality, the  one  password— " The  Twelfth." 


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